First a ball.
A ball on the roll
All over one
One over all.
What was around?
Around over under
All the sound.
The sound all over.
You and I are here
One and one is fear.
Beginning every year
Many are the fewer.
Before the world was explored
the kings held the globe.
The geometric word
caused this one to probe.
What I could grasp
was in my power to feel.
Later the sun passed.
My hand had felt the real.
My next age was cruel.
“Must” was the shape.
Potentates the rule.
To divide the pie the state.
But how could that be?
Nothing was perfectly drawn.
The architect wasn’t happy.
You and I were never one.
So we kept moving.
Stealers along the way.
One group shoving
Most others moving away.
But we few bumblebees
keep buzzing in one place
seldom sting and try to please.
Are swatted or disgraced.
I loop the loop I hula hoop
No matter what I do.
Nothing reached the big scoop.
The newspapers read I poo.