Frozen arctic hearts
Caged in cold shells
Imitating elegiac eskimos
Icy igloos idling while
Buzz bees about as bombs blast, boom!
The letter ‘B’ brazen bickers and boos.
Be that as it may, beings work not be.
Breaching banks, blare bays, that d’you see?
the true track
tell tales too tough;
Talk turkey to them,
train them to tell those truths
that treat their troubling thinkings.
Your coming would surely cease, and ceasing would conveniently end.
You can’t do your household chores, nor could corruption be condemned!
If ‘c’ ceased, could Christian Bale climb, clouds collect, crowded clubs contend?
Forget China, countries might have to agree on a different name, can’t pretend.