These two brothers spindly, asleep they remain To wake for employment that comes with the rain; Together they sleep and together they rise, And all that they sweep expeditiously dries.
Taller than mountains and wider than skies, Yet never been seen, well hidden from eyes, Survives on appeasement and plentiful lies, And all the corruption that it justifies; It seldom obeys, most often defies, Repressed by the best who inhibit it’s rise Through stratagems wily and formulas wise, A noisy companion that nags till it dies.
Born of cowardice and shame, Blackens hearts that love to blame; But when borne by pure intent, Deftly uttered where it’s meant, Softens hearts and binds them true, To outweigh the good you do.
Four brothers kingly unsurprisingly Unite their four kingdoms as one; Each joins with their subjects, all end up divided, Desired by some, while by others derided, For hours and hours of fun;
Grab hold of my tail and walk me around, My bearing Plecostomus-like on the ground; The nothing I make shall noisily take Whatever my kisser has found.
Holds numbers and names and so many places, And many a kind of beast and of bird, Uncountable happy-sad voices and faces, And many a word read, spoken or heard.
I’ll take your palms, your knees and toes,My touch is soft, so calm your woes; Exhale your anger, drain your mind, Inhale the languor that you find When I am spread, and spread I’m best To kiss your head at every rest,And hear the conversation sweet, A conversation to repeat.
I’ve got no face, possess no head, Have naught for the palms of my hands, My slender legs may walk if led By claps that aim to settle demands For portions of what I may tread.