Verses from a recess.

From the vast expanse of pale cream, a ray pierced the sill   Some say that’s the epitome of ill.   Never did she utter  such trope   And never did she hear a dawn's rising chirp.   Sans a countenance that evoked despair  or drivel,   she  did glide o'er cold Earth  cavorting joy.   Encumbered by the shooing words of  a restless few   and her held  wish of  an inside hue   began she a ritual of  healthy hoy.   Words that gushed forth  like water  in   a  meadow’s pump,   Though  never  held captive  by  a   day's dump   Did stem on  a  lad's  cloy.   To say that one impacted the other   is to clutch  a  long  straw  with baby  paw.   Another ritual of  a weekly shed   Did in itself a worldly good   To the ...

An intention to do good, be good and say good.   Lay in all, lest their growth endured tumult.   Her words sang a mellow tune  to melt  the heart   While inconsistencies in action sang another.   As the ear sought to resolve this tussle   the mind fashioned another puzzle.   Of lies, lasses and love   Or a dual-blend of the above.