Sestet InteruptextA Poem by Firestone FeinbergThis is a total goof. I wrote a few poems like this about four or five years ago. They are just absurd and mean nothing at all. I still laugh at them -- but I have a slant sense of humor...SESTET INTERUPTEXT “Why, Lord Vestibule! How utterly to See you! It’s been an iota since we met Last! Why, hath it been e’en a minute yet?” “Nay, equestrian-of-lowly-birth, you Must be ballooned; we have never met -- that’s ‘mew.’” Ah, then, so sayeth my flat feline -- the Burmese... ...Or is it the Manx...” “Mere de-tails, mere... GET OUT! and OFF WITH THINE HEAD! -- (or heads hast thou two) -- “ “And my crime, Sire?” “Thou hast rhymed 'Burmese' with 'yet!' -- -- Perforce to force an 'yet' into our sonnet’s sestet -- “ “But m’lord hath done tripe: to rhyme yet herewith sestet -- As if this mere tercet -- when an ear would to hear Quite else!” -- “What then, O bearded-bard-of-apish-sneer?” “Repair! Ne’er despair... there, there... Wouldst don thy brassiere?”
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