It seemed quite easy
to leap and never look back.
Alas! Sans courage.
Guns fired, canons flared
a national salute,
while his baby mewled.
Black as the heart of hell,
Shiny as newfangled love,
Sleek as silver lined ring,
light as a mild heavy feather
Flashy as a sequinned LBD,
rich as chocolate mud cake
With a finish like well-oiled muscle
fits in the palm as a cake of soap.
As for the cherry on the top,
a scratch that makes the matte.
