Words and lines

Just a mix of words

Words and lines, not always right
I’m not a wren, or chicken in a pen
“No’ not a bird, with a perfect form
Have you heard the swallows call

I’m not a machine, but I have
a heart,- that beats
Do you see a tree? Waving, nodding
in the breeze. Each golden teardrop
cleans with ease.

Effervescent never still
Pen in hand, once a quill
Porcupine spine, oh so kind
Cinchona bark, just as fine

I like soft hot baked crumpets
Never would I have a strumpet
Don’t want to be flogged as
sailors, pirates of long past
times with a Pizzle.

Vapours swirling, intense emotions
one’s esteem,- forever never broken
Together conceive a universe so bliss
Birds in flight, elapse upon
a bed of golden feathers.