Line six, the sixth rung in this wolaly
ladder, may seem to certain readers
as at best a stretch and at worst a
catastrophe. For the poet, however,
this choice of word is, in fact, the
clinamen which guarantees the
integrity of the piece -- or so he
would insist. In the end, of course,
you decide.
Septet
"Lamps new for lamps old"...?
The whole bus'ness rings odd:
ought the Sorcerer add
perks -- small off'rings to aid
a swift wrap...? And how did
young Aladdin's woke d(j)in(n)
spring our lad from that den...?
Volta
(Rare Arabian dew:
never old, ever new.)
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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