Icy Altitudes
The rain was falling in deep reds
And pale light blues
The primary colors
Of our yellow ruse
Likes it at night
Renowned and famous,
Swiss chocolate almond
And kind of heinous...
She saw the tracks
By the side of the road
Where the midnight freight
Would pa** on bye
And she felt the pain
Of forgotten words
That the sweeta** bun
Would lift and claim
But she couldn't get over
The"cinque" by "non"
Or was she chilled to the very
Bone?
"Ur, deux, trois, catre, cinque
Deux plus"...
I see icy altitudes.
By Reisa Gerber