pensive thou doth seem
yet more curious than
that famous character of Doyle's
yet I felt I madeth myself
an Irish spring clear
but thou ponders such words
a mysterious clover green
'twas the muse in the march of
my words
that I sent off to flag as our middle ground
hollowed
and ye comes back apologetic and contrite
believing I have somehow misinformed him
of a pending Waterloo
hmmmph
well sir,
Napoleon ye are not
nor I your Duke Of Wellington
I and thy are more apt to be
kindergarten versions of Shelly and Byron
on holiday
in their letters
together
a fair share to say
ha
well then
care to pen us a row boat for a pond or two..................
(July 4, 2008 309am)