samedi 16 août 2014

Vocabulary Poem

Her name was lesson 12
She was congruently annoying
being opaque and fallacious
A naturally man-made allusion
In murky waters
Sea-life stood still.

If she jaunts or tantalizes you
with an apathetic repast of lies
Tell her with your eyes
You were born to swat flies

It is not this aquatic circus that is
Hindering my incandescent attention-span
I have a light bulb to parley and I hold it high!

If she blows in search of a short answer
without irredeemable insouciant clamor
No credit shall be given
Praxis, more praxis and scroll.
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