November Rain/Dig a Little Deeper/The Boxer
Tune: Patience
Meter: Triambic Ictus, 3-5-12
Ta'ta'mi!
Chaldea unite!
Moses upended -
Branching out just like a mop.
We can't! Smell this air!
says God's unseen wills
Bending, loud burden an ox!
Did the just rule expire?
For the slavers, our guests, it's
Mostly a misunderstanding.
is it Begetting? Begatting....
Fire, famine, then sword,?
We durst not behold all three.
His Antiquity recalls or was it recoils?
Her Scroll beats in its' days' measure
We wonder:
We can't! Smell this air!
says God's unseen wills
Bending, loud burden an ox!
Did the just rule expire?
For the slavers, our guests, it's
Mostly a misunderstanding.
is it Begetting? Begatting....
Fire, famine, then sword,?
We durst not behold all three.
His Antiquity recalls or was it recoils?
Her Scroll beats in its' days' measure
We wonder:
(rubato) 𝄐
Will their drips burn me?