Beseeching With Gusto

Beseech the wooden hip and eye

To paddle off and caper.

Beseech the Maxfold cat and stye

Forlorn with hairy Gator.

 

Bring not thy chesticle to bear,

Thy open arms to boot.

Beseeching here and everywhere

To hear old Amos flute.

 

'You can but not cumcumber me!'

He gummed in chitter-chatter,

And passing water from his knee

Knew something was the matter.

 

Alas! Alak! A Ladybird-

A lullaby in butter.

Beseech in me the rare absurd,

Not sane, not yet a nutter.

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

This is the kind of attention to sound we like to hear in poetry certainly. It reminds me of the Jabberwocky but you are probably thinking of that one too, how can we top the Jabberwock and yet we can and this is the jibber jabber chatter surely, there is hardly any nonsense in the pleasure and enjoyment of rhymed verse which has everything to do with understanding and trying to understand new combinations and ideas

[Terpsichore]

Loved this to bits. So clever! T