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My sonnetiser's brock - it's talking splong.                  
I'm at a loss; polisticated, lent,
yet blowsy. What do do? Rehearse? Prolong
Or disperuse the mighty poliment?
My meter's constimembered. Don't you see?
Enjambment failure. Stop. Deplock. Kerblick.
"'Twas ever so, Elizabeth," quoth he
without a pause; no mortar twixt the brick
and polster board. Ah, me! I needed frim.
It won't connect without; won't stick or stay
another day or plight confusion strim,
without fast render, colfered clean away.
   The answer's in the romble from the West,
   until she windles. Withy -- that's the best.





Comments

[Catherine Edmunds]

Published in 14 magazine

[Brian Edwards]

Stupendous!

[Rosemary Badcoe]

:-) Most enjoyable.

Ros

[Catherine Edmunds]

Thanks Brian and Ros!

[Brian Edwards]

Fantastic to see this up front. A great advertisment for the site! Wonderful work.

B.

[Catherine Edmunds]

Yay! Thank you!

[Shari-Lyn McArthur]

Upon enjoying this piece, I wished to substitute the name Edmunds' into this from wiki:

Lear's nonsense works are distinguished by a facility of verbal invention and a poet's delight in the sounds of words, both real and imaginary.

[Catherine Edmunds]

Hehe - thanks Shari!

[jamesthomashoward]

This is superb.

[Catherine Edmunds]

Thank you!

[Bob Elliott]

Golliards - A tear de farce - I laughed till I laughed. Congraticules !

BOB

[Catherine Edmunds]

Ha! Thanks Bob.

[Shari-Lyn McArthur]

I nominate Bob's comment for Comment of the Year!