Cobbles
If cobbles were troubles
And gravels were time
I’d have eons of Enrons
And couplets that rhyme
If cobbles were troubles
And gravels were gold
I’d burn up the cobbles
To fire the mold
I’d shovel on cobbles
Till they sputtered and popped
And if they hollered I’d heave them
So they’d know they be’n 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