Cogs

by Will Read - Gemini

Cogs abound, the whirring cogs.
Interlocking, rocking cogs.
Supercharging-knocking cogs.
Cogs with toothy grins of grease.
Clutches, touches. Cogs released.

Wheeling, reeling, teething, seething,
Cogs from floor to flipping ceiling!
Red hot cogs that cool. Annealing.
Why are Cogs so damned appealing?

Reason for writing:

    Er... I like cogs!!    

Birth sign: Gemini
Date created: 2006-03-02 17:43:09
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:59
Poem ID: 71232

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