Sunday, November 24, 2013


      What might begin by fooling round with words,
      An idle, useless exercise for nerds,
      May rise fortuitously to something higher
      Responding to a nobler desire,
      For as the train of thought begins to chug,
      One line hauls up another that will tug
      Still yet another to the place of rhyme,
      Rhyme shortly to emerge from the sublime.

      This is a mystery to wonder at in awe
      That may eventually lead one to draw
      Conclusions about how the universe
      Commingles rhyme and reason to disburse
      New notions in the world that otherwise
      Might never in a million years arise.