Yankee Poem by Pierre Rausch

At that moment
It is sure
Shouting
At that moment
It is certain
Calls
Flashlight
Ticking, You'll never know
Bristling, t
he lofty trees
Firebrand, you're up,
because it had there
At staircase floor,
Acupuncture
with the obscurity
Funny how to find
Torches, up the support
Reception desk
meet face to face
On pitch, the jockey ran,
She ran out on money,
A hold without,
She came back to the jockey,
At first, I wasn't scared,
In private, either you or me
More & Better
Cos' he wants more
Better & More
It's how to say
I feel better
Why don't you borrow it
Why don't you give me a gun
Where it stopped
Receive through it
Assure you are mistaken
On pitch, she's no ball
The officer did not persist
In squad, we're used it
More & Better