The Beautiful Projectile

The comfort in the 

Beautiful smell 

of the morning 

Is not burning fat

To attend to chores

But about the projectile

The beauty of the projectile 

And the health 

Of the projectile 

Once its cannonballs 

Are shot

And cannonades 

Hit 

in the right mode

Fired at

The appropriate target

Morning is enclosed 

As aiming short 

At wondrous wealth 

And tranquil lives 

By greater numbers