There's No Ending Of It

Big, bigger, bigger, big, big, big!
Big are they in the making,
Of a raucous that disrupts.
And...
There's no ending of it.
No there is no ending of it.

Big are they in the making,
Of a raucous that disrupts.
And...
Bigger are others in a raucous,
With a bigger one to make up.
And...
Big are they in the making,
Of a raucous that disrupts.
And...
Bigger are others in a raucous,
With a bigger one to make up.
And...
There's no ending of it.
No there is no ending of it.
No!
There's no ending of it.
No!
There's not ending of it.

And...
Big, bigger, bigger, big, big, big!
And...
There's no ending of it.
No there is no ending of it.
No!
There's no ending of it.
No!
There's not ending of it.

Big are they in the making,
Of a raucous that disrupts.
And...
There's no ending of it.
No there is no ending of it.
No!

Big are they in the making,
Of a raucous that disrupts.
And...
There's no ending of it.
No there is no ending of it.
And...
Big are they in the making,
Of a raucous that disrupts.
And...
There's no ending of it.
No there is no ending of it.

And...
Bigger, bigger, bigger, bigger, big, big big!

Big are they in the making,
Of a raucous that disrupts.
And...
Big are they in the making,
Of a raucous that disrupts.
And...
Big are they in the making,
Of a raucous that disrupts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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