Seven Bold Flowerets - DJ 2 Bad's "Canon in D" (Aurora Raquel Pardo Vera)

We welcome

Thee to this tale of seven

Bold flowerets

Who one night wenteth

On an

Exciting adventure.

 

We

Welcome thee

To this tale of seven

Bold flowerets who one night

Wenteth on an exciting adventure.

 

We welcome thee

To this tale

 

Of seven bold

Flowerets

 

Who one night

Wenteth on an

 

Exciting

Adventure.

 

Don’t push me.

 

We welcome thee

To this tale

 

Of seven bold

Flowerets

 

Who one night

Wenteth on an

 

Exciting

Adventure.

 

Don’t push me.

 

We welcome thee

To this tale

 

Of seven bold

Flowerets

 

Who one night

Wenteth on an

 

Exciting

Adventure.

 

We welcome thee

To this tale

 

Of seven bold

Flowerets

 

Who one night

Wenteth on an

 

Exciting

Adventure.

 

Don’t push me.

 

These seven bold

Flowerets

 

Wast admir’d

By all their

 

Classmates. These

Gents wast prime,

 

And utterly

Beloved.

 

These seven bold

Flowerets

 

Wast admir’d

By all their

 

Classmates. These

Gents wast prime,

 

And utterly

Beloved.

 

These seven bold

Flowerets

 

Wast admir’d

By all their

 

Classmates. These

Gents wast prime,

 

And utterly

Beloved.

 

These seven bold

Flowerets

 

Wast admir’d

By all their

 

Classmates. These

Gents wast prime,

 

And utterly

Beloved.

 

Don’t push me.

 

These seven bold

Young gents; thee

 

left thine. Thee

lurketh late. Thee

 

Striketh straight. Thee

Singeth sin. Thee

 

Thin gin. Thee

Jest jolly June.

 

These seven bold

Young gents; thee

 

left thine. Thee

lurketh late. Thee

 

Striketh straight. Thee

Singeth sin. Thee

 

Thin gin. Thee

Jest jolly June.

 

These seven bold

Young gents; thee

 

left thine. Thee

lurketh late. Thee

 

Striketh straight. Thee

Singeth sin. Thee

 

Thin gin. Thee

Jest jolly June.

 

These seven bold

Young gents; thee

 

left thine. Thee

lurketh late. Thee

 

Striketh straight. Thee

Singeth sin. Thee

 

Thin gin. Thee

Jest jolly June.

 

Don’t push me.

 

Thee,

Real prime.

Leaveth thine.

Lurketh

Late.

Striketh straight.

Singeth

Sin.

Thin gin.

Jest jolly June

Thee Dieth

 Soon.

Don’t push me.

 

These seven bold

Flowerets

 

Wast admir’d

By all their

 

Classmates. These

Gents wast prime,

 

And utterly

Beloved.

 

These

Seven bold

Flowerets wast

Admir’d by all their

Classmates. These gents

Wast prime, and utterly beloved.

 

Don’t push me.

 

Utterly

Beloved.

 

Works Cited

Brooks, Gwendolyn. “We Real Cool.” https://poets.org/poem/we-real-cool. June 26, 2022.