Up from who knows where
they arise
Mighty spinsters in
velvet draped
Roaring in stealth they
come relentlessly
Our hearts are all
aflame
Is sad some crash and
and take a roll
Plucky britches thrown
in the brink
Refreshing though they
have a drink
We cheer, they'll romp
another day
The army numbering
multitudes now
On march in scandalous
hordes no end in sight
A pleasing tapestry by
stretch of mind
Our cheering wanes, are
we enchanted?
Our thoughts and hopes
envision glory
The dreams of youth
come racing daringly
As age creeps on we
contemplate warily
These shysters all they
have their gall
And yet we dream
Science
transforms chocolate from mere candy into superfood.
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