The burden of truth bends
The punished mind until
Atonement no longer provides
A counterweight to the dative
A mantissa to the accusative
Henceforth the admonition
Becomes an ineffable prolegomenon
In the court of oyer and plaidoyer
We plead autrefois acquit
We shoulder our fardel
Witch art in haven
Shandy shandy shandy
Last edited by the bear; 15-04-2012 at 23:10.
Would it be akin to the death of a Mockingbird
(Original post by the bear)
Such sweet benison to find my
Poor words admir'd ~ yet the
Puzzlement which freaks thy brow
Doth cause me foul distemper
Knowing that my popinjay tricks
Have clouded thy fair countenance
And set thee questing in some webbed
Site to unravel my lexical phantasie
Rather let the tender harmonies of
My verses enchant thee as the song
Of lark or merle delights with liquid
Syllables of obscure meaning
To hunt the web for the meaning of select words?
Am I tainting the purity of linguistic finesse,
Because objective definition is what I request?
Liquid syllables alone are not enough;
When the meanings themselves are far from rough.
There's a pleasure I seek in filling my mind
With a plethora of words both crude and sublime,
Both polysyllabic and straight-to-the-point,
Both base Pig Latin and words of the Gods.
Prithee my friend, don't feel displeased,
Because your vocabulary just feeds that need -
I'm happy to while away moments of time,
Questing the Web: home to Spiders of Rhyme.
Last edited by sammy-lou; 17-04-2012 at 01:12.