Sunday, April 17, 2011

ICH #2

Three letters, lengthened to three syllables;
Double entendre.  No, wait, I see triple...
"Make that four, actually," all that she wrote.
A fun drink mixed with an overused quote.
A continuous struggle countered by transactions
Of not money or goods, but of words and actions.
A trial of temporal and spacial matters;
Teamwork ensures it does not shatter.
Two contemplations tied to these riddles
The point is not to understand when you see little.
Strain not your mind, but your curiosity;
In due time, there will be clarity.
Allow your thoughts to wonder and ponder;
The truth'll shed light, and make these rhymes fonder.

1 comment:

Let that thought out here: