12-19-2012, 06:47 AM
If you have ready any of my poems, you know they sit on the edge of a riddle. The title and answer is at the bottom. Try not to view it until you have to.
Tuck away on a rainy day
pairing up, one won't survive the task.
Open up and exhibit,
the delicate, weightless, and shapeshifting wonder.
Displaying veins in a shocking formation,
thrust into vast greatness.
Dreamt of for centuries,
worn head to toe and upside down.
Tied to a rope, the key of discovery;
art of invention, hanging on the wall of envy;
struting around showing off,
model your perfect design!
Choosing the best angle of attack,
support the micro vehicles that sting and bite,
fluffed up or bolted on,
track down the vaccination to formula one.
Maple babies produce returning trees,
lifted up and dragged back down,
the costa and radius, roundabout the margin
fueled up to drive the machine.
wing
Tuck away on a rainy day
pairing up, one won't survive the task.
Open up and exhibit,
the delicate, weightless, and shapeshifting wonder.
Displaying veins in a shocking formation,
thrust into vast greatness.
Dreamt of for centuries,
worn head to toe and upside down.
Tied to a rope, the key of discovery;
art of invention, hanging on the wall of envy;
struting around showing off,
model your perfect design!
Choosing the best angle of attack,
support the micro vehicles that sting and bite,
fluffed up or bolted on,
track down the vaccination to formula one.
Maple babies produce returning trees,
lifted up and dragged back down,
the costa and radius, roundabout the margin
fueled up to drive the machine.
wing
Fear the ghost with the steel face that hides in light; dread the horror Borborygmus.


