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Friday, June 26, 2020

World Heritage Fruit, Vegetable & Cereal Grain Architectural Sites in Verse: The Wheat House

I.
   Comes 
word you've ne'er heard of the house built of 
wheat.
     Pols and 
pundits who have even call it The 
Wheat House.
     Its 
tenant's a liar, psycho, 
cheat,
     a mo-
lester of women -- in short, com-
plete louse.

II.
     He 
herds his "good words" into long-winded 
tweet-
     storms he 
Twitters most morns from the bowels of The 
Wheat House.
     Thrice 
wedded, he's pull'd an espousal "three-
peat,"
     though each 
bride "Blondel" beds proves but one more ef-
fete spouse.

III.
     Yet 
sleepers awake! Patr'ots take to the 
street
     to pro-
test this tycoon -- nay: tyrant -- of The 
Wheat House.
     Him 
(guilty as sin) they'll soon rightly un-
seat --
     less a 
man [plus his kin!] than a now-obso-
lete mouse.

IV. 
     Let's
do it! (A Weatherman's victory
sweet.)
     Ah-h-h-h...but
how...? Must we now this wimp's fam'ly with 
sleet dowse...?
     Or
hang his whole gang -- cronies, kids -- by their
feet...
     ...and dis-
play 'em across the South Lawn of the 
Wheat House...?

(More of "The Wheat House" -- 
including an image -- to come: 
a work in progress.)

1 comment:

  1. Someday, perhaps, you can explain the metrical implications of those eccentric but consistent line breaks.

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