Not For Edification
Of brooding springs, and hooting rocks
I claim no special knowledge
It wasn't taught at college
Nor did I learn why bagels go with lox
Of mournful trees, and twitching grass
I have no real assurance
They may be just a nuisance
Or enigmatic messages, alas
Of buzzing clouds, and humble hills
Of thee I do not singeth
Such sadness doth it bringeth
I must abandon all elaborate trills
Of tuneful ash, and dancing caves
I've heard so many things
Such as tootlings and pings
The justice of it washes in the waves
Of weeping dales, and sticky frost
I have to claim, no contest
It's time that I confessed
'Twas a bishop's mitre that I once embossed
Contributors: | Nym, F, N, Francine, Kansas Sam, asdf. |
Poem finished: | 30th July 2003. |