Bring Up The Blog BogsThe last thing one wants
in the lachrymator borstal,
is an à la Tèneskattefar hating on
habeas corpus blog bowl searching,
a short shrift lexicographer
lamenting reverential out-of-print
poems by indie polyglots.
And as header for a final resting place
the buhrstone of the darg can make its last stand.
Eldritch necklace that haunts sui-similar àlmājìrīs’ dreams,
it deduces and retargets the publishing
of Queensborough mayor’s daily bread
from rock-hard rusk to polyglot patisserie.
The one-horse cognoscente know
that old age does not bestow
trilingual Wanderwortsas last resorts.
It is phronesis to scomfish,
to saegida, and to decussate,
and then to wait,
in case the looking glass reflects myopia
instead of hoped-for hyperopia.