PalindromicSatires

Young birds sit in a nest. Their parents know best. Built on the drain spout. Endangered every rain bout. Dogs barking and growling below. Built upon the waters flow. To and fro, The parents go. A worm gathered in their beak, soon another to seek. Not a one does perish. Their first flight a sight to cherish. The memory of them fades. Flown away by the sta-des

If I ever make you cry, I surely would hope to die. Flowery words these be, the future to see. What tomorrow holds one fate folds, Another fate does stitch, time without a hitch. A longing heart may not part. The last fate at heaven's gate.

Oh light, upon window, shines, far from bright. Guard against, dark tendril tines. Cast light upon evil pretense. Guard our days, hence, like fine stellar masts. Into the winds of night, warm revelation casts, upon that, out of sight- upon the dark obsidian dense. Far from the company of friends, far from bright, light upon window shines.

Know Jack? Running around with your verbal flack Where'd you learn of jack? Treat his fan like a snack? Voice as tortuous as the rack. Who's got his fan's back not you with your gross blocker wack so how the hell do you know jack? spouting like you got a nack. He must have a fan you snow. So why do you show? He must think you blow. Way, way, too slow. You know Jack? If you did you'd cut him slack. What's up with the lame attack. Might want to learn some tack. Fake, you must be Stan. He must not give a damn. You want a plaque? As dumb as frack. skills you sure lack acting like a mack. Was that a verbal attack? Why don't you cut him some