
And suddenly the persnickety
Man behind the counter disapproved of me
I wanted in but couldn't win
Couldn't win bemusingly
He denieth, me
.
When I was there he wouldn't care
To take my fare, he wouldn't dare
You're not the type of tripe we state
We need, ourselves, to matriculate
He replieth, me
.
I circled 'round and 'round, 'roundily
To come at him so soundlessly
And from my clear, dear house of glass
Centrifug'ly, my stone was cast
At Goliath, he
.
'T'was brain over brawn and a might bygone
Before brains became the liaison
Replacing old ways and rules of thumb
And allowed tripe like me to come
.
He complieth, he
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (3)
Excellent! Love the flow and rhythm.
David kicking a little swarmy behindeth!
I read this as a rap.