Work now surely flagging
But assured and still on with bragging
An arrow loosed from the bow flying straight and true to excellence
Audience boos to the abyss
But still you say you're not convinced
Alarm bells ring in the early morn, this bird catches the worm
What if you are not the bird in the tale
Better surely to sleep in
Lay them out for consumer taking
The smell of buttery baking goodness awaken taste buds to long in slumber
Flagging not this work excels
A steady flow like ocean swells
Waves caress each aspect
What can one expect?
Just for quality do they despise
Always be great.
I love poetry.