Cobbles

If cobbles were troubles
And gravels were time
Id have eons of Enrons
And couplets that rhyme

If cobbles were troubles
And gravels were gold
Id burn up the cobbles
To fire the mold

Id shovel on cobbles
Till they sputtered and popped
And if they hollered Id heave them
So theyd know they ben dropped

If cobbles were bubbles
Then granite would float
On seas of suspicions
Filling malfeasant moats

And if the bubbles were burst
In that cesspit of sin
Then granite would sink
Filling fathoms within

Displacing suspicion
With rock solid news
Of penitent poets
Rhyming rambles excuse

 

04/12/12 PMD