A Sparrow took a
slice of Twig
And thought it very nice
I think, because his
empty Plate
Was handed Nature twice –
Invigorated fully – sprang
lightly to the sky
As an accustomed
stirrup –
And boldly rode away – ↑And rode Immensity↓
____ ____ ___ ___
And rode deriding by –
___ ___ ___
Absconded daintily – ↑fluently↓
The Epicure of Courtesy ↓Purposes↑
As of Amenity – ↓Propriety↑
___ ___ ___
The Epicure of Firmaments
As of Frugality –
¦
Rose softly in the sky
As a familiar Stirrup
To mount Immensity –
And gaily galloped by –
The Epicure of Vehicles
As of Velocity.
___ ___ ___ ___ ___
As speculations flee
By no Conclusion ↓Derision↑
hindered
<Left> – Rose surreptitiously –
Turned easy in the sky
As a familiar saddle –
And rode immensity
One response to “Fr1257A”
Here again the line spacing is an issue.