Ode To A Clause
To the tool that combines space and time
Deleting the humor of language’s crime
By filling the gaps, infringements, and infinites confined
Yet how could one boldly ode to you this great friend
Though poetry indeed is without such an end?
Ah the battle of such fringes; the turmoil of the passages’ long undesired ail
To which one may struggle and struggle again
Without much hope one could easily fail.
Ah! The little boy has come across a bear; where could he go-oh where would he dare?
An ode to a Clause swifter than a hare-
Catch me, Catch me; I’m only such a pace away!
Add an Ode to the Clause steaming airy in the day-
A hot pot of soup parched grandly on the stove; steam drifts oh so delicately like a ghost in the air.
Contradict them my friend, my autonomical friend-
She skips and skips- for the air happily dances.
This seasoned device- this delicious allusion- drives our mouths to
Mending the words of poets and prose alike
To better days in write and higher strides
And of course that bitter class with an A plus bright.
Oh! Thank you, thank you- my grammatically correct friend.