A baby army(poem) by cauchy3

A baby army (poem)

Speculations are bounds for moneys

Break winter falls for comforts

Crafts from leaders are harnesses in regimes

Hassocks are made by glasses to encore


You aren’t save as come to heels

Wash your brains in sad heaps

Caps under suns or caps in peaked!

Draw out names of tyrants from earth


Mount up for moneys about noses

Girls are engaged to bees as roses

Tanks are shinning in pools of motor

Turn your heels and stamp with noises


Candid are circles in wars with no codes

Review the troops to displayed the shows

Doors of Gods fight in rings

Harbor s lights are ghosts in flights


Birds are free to resist on tops

Sounds are dumb in water but sound

Un-mature squares in worlds globalisms

Tyrant s stark noses under the routes


Structs of armies are not reasons


There are still babies in east

North in east and west have circles

Cells have morals in grads to insist


Traces of witch hunt our minds

A mental baby has to shoot first

The good babies are brave in rains

Stress on heels and knees are pictures


Senses are seek for arms with guns

Babies by stands are borrowed justices

Ounces of honest but pounds to put

Morals are ideas from meals of nuts


Cauchy, cauchy bent on glory

At bottoms of barrels are tomatoes bloods

Rules are filthy and guns are gore

A game with few chesses will come


Angel is fall with short cuts

In wars all ideas are hard and rough

Sins and bloods may natures in couples

Cauchy may fight like bruins


Baby armies in mother s ditch!

Father lands is in times riches

Fallen angels in lives angles

Stings of shoes are movements in bands

Besides the shells your cores on sides

Get a grip of the mouth of city

Snakes crawl in soups so silly

Debate with instructions on killings



By Cheung shun sang=cauchy3
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