The thought about Rockzilla.

The stars energy bemoaned
harnessed the wayward grey stone
disappearing behind the brightest of all legends
the churches rocks and timbers moaned
saint and sinners sight ranges over all regions

The little muse of the most ordinary
about those things heard elephants roar
politics can ride and carry on shout
was spoken across the mountain called Mary

so ever the rocks that glide heavens road
Said to be rockzilla way
to prefer the gates to the monarchs castle
governors theme the precedent today
time until time and will drys

The rock people perhaps
from cave dweller David to John brown
others later that came to pass
so did all called the great clutter
one called not a good chap.