While I'm Devoid of Syntax
Slowly, slowly crept the maddened fox
Do the Constants of Nature Vary with Time?
Constance's nature is very sublime
But the vixen pays no attention to clocks
Sweetly, sweetly sang the hovering lark
Do the stanzas of poems worsen with rhyme?
Stan's a mere shadow, corroded by crime
But the bird is never afraid of the dark
Softly, softly wept the shivering ape
Is the syntax of language engendered by mime?
Cyn taxes everyone, dollar and dime
Until we are held by the ponderous grape.
Subtly, subtly rang the Lutine Bell
Is ever an Alderman seen in his prime?
I, Severine, swear I shall clamber or climb
Up into Heaven or elsewise down into Hell
Soundly, soundly slept the careworn Turk
Does the martin fly higher the broader the sky?
Martin's a high-flyer, higher than I
But no more than Roland when he is at work
Suddenly,suddenly something went very wrong
Does the gourd in the desert surrender and die?
Can Gordon revisit Khartoum by and by
To wrest from the ancients the luminous gong?
Stymied,stymied again by a desert poem
Does the sand iridesce as the dunes multiply?
Does the sand-eel whirl as the may-bugs die?
Bereft of xylem as well as of phloem
Sparely, sparely seeps the Pythia's sap
Is the law an ass tho' manger fed?
Ask Laura, in the cattle-shed
Where a desperate unicorn sleeps in her lap
Seduced,seduced by the lovely Laura
Who exudes a hydrogenous glow
Yet why does Roger hide his woe
Or even his reflective aura?
Stupidly,stupidly they continued
"Does any here know me?" the Monarch exclaimed
"Haven't got a clue" said Roger
And shrugged, his shoulders lithe and sinewed
| Contributors: | Grayman, LaRue, TG, The Agent Apsley, Roland, nomi, P. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd May 1999. |