Delight, delight, a fright of wicked worms
Enliven forty nights of filigree,
But when the mighty oak has no more toys,
The light of night uproots the filbert tree.
Behold who mucks the stalls for eager bucks
Along the axis to the point of shame;
His brother rides a bell for geese and ducks,
And arms absolve corrupt and sizzling fame.
Full honest empty dowls commiserate
About the long eternal lingon brush;
She hadn’t had a sleep in sixty-eight
Alarms of soldiers moving toward a thrush.
To one bereft of salve and lineament,
They live who die a fleeting monument.
Originally published December 3, 2023
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You’re just showing off. Mimsier than thou. 😛 :-))
Yes, I have an in with the borogoves.
“Behold who mucks the stalls for eager bucks
Along the axis to the point of shame;
His brother rides a bell for geese and ducks,
And arms absolve corrupt and sizzling fame.” Pretty delicious mind gym 🙂