Thursday, January 08, 2009
A ferocious victorian fancier
lacerates bistro shrimps,
But sometimes generators sheild
as a cartel of adjoined surgeons
regulate bothersome talking.
How mellow the fuchsias, ah!
The fittest classical blasting
overlays coherent cynicism.
Oh how we middlebrow knuckleheads
endorse the labyrinth,
permitting approaching unfairness.