Ashes

Tutankhamen
And Top Ramen
Follow fever
Eager beaver

Tidy epic
Epileptic
Fashion forward
Just rewarder

Follow leader
Parking Meter
Tiny tots
Astronauts

Hog the room
Doom and gloom
Things grow darker
Without Bob Barker

Acting fancy,
Walker Nancy
Finds her way
Every lady day

Towards the spot.
Starts to blot
And dab the stain,
With hope's refrain.

But truth will out
And run about.
Are we willing?
Not really feeling

Times are tough
Off the cuff
Holes from ashes,
Floating camel sashes

To singe our feelings,
Find us reeling.
But we wish
You would quit.


10/23/20