Oversight Of The Acrosticial
When any lowbrow tunesmith offers notes
(By rights it takes two electricians now)
Vox populi so often votes
Making a horrid long earsplitting row
Either let's garotte all reprobates,
Or fly from each new beat a chorus hates
When any highbrow poseur proffers goats
(Oh, view each row! Shall I garotte her, truly?)
Or from her eyes remove her motes?
Maybe a rousing tune is near unruly
How astute now, digging every line
Adds rampant noise on litany divine
Contributors: | Beefy, loaf, erie, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 17th May 2004 by Anon.. |