As oft I've said before,
my goal's been to explore,
through metric feet 'n' rhymes galore --
through metrics 'n' rhymes galore --
the soul of ancient lore,
then dole (though less be more)
out yarns from yore -- at least four score --
that ne'er have been doled before.
As elsewhere I have said,
my plan's to forge ahead,
to sift Lit's gamut from A to Zed --
Lit's gamut from A to Zed --
to thread through letterhead
with pen (or pencil lead)
a scribble of verse (or prose instead)
which never before's been read.
Once more my spirit's stirr'd --
my wit my Muse has spurr'd --
to fashion forms of cartoon 'n' word --
to fashion cartoon 'n' word --
till verity's been blurr'd
(though such may seem absurd),
then, undeterr'd, to hone a herd
of notions till now unheard.
In closing, I concede
that, though I feel a need
the athenaeums of wit to feed --
'thenaeums of wit to feed --
my only fruitful deed
is barely to succeed
in mass producing a freakish breed
of Nonsense but few will read.
