The Ends to which Some Err

At the last, summer tends

Ah lass a cool wind strolleth

As now fall brewing rends

Amber where green once showeth


Hold tightly and bewail

For delight will soon fade

Drafts waft in and prevail

Impelling us into shade


Alas does the summer ends

When warmths cooly did groweth

And now fall sadly tends

Winds, with which winters snoweth

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By All That is Holey and Swiss

Vir et arma mihi cantanda erunt, sed o musae, caseum hoc est bonum!

–Marciel Atopodmas,  Quid Caseus Desiderium Tuum Est?

By all that is holey and swiss

 

Oh have we lost our whey

censured as cheddar charged

cheese blued into the fray

string ascended, feta barged


Deranged thoughts fired fly

as chutes provolone puffs drift  

yet thoughts interjected vie

thus poofs err down swift


With this cerebral hall assailed

Neurons electric rage with ire

against tyrant tyros derision veiled

velveeta bathing the ivory spire


Yet the bulbous light doth shine

defying mozzarella balled forth

for within its glow eurekas opine

thus cheese falls rendered dwarf


baybels ascend walls grappled

katanas bared they snack in

but  the waxed ninja are mangled

as the mind’s shifting gears spin


as white sticks glide over

thoughts brave arise

interjections opposing

cogitating the whys


We wanted to speak

letting ideas lofty contend

But the Limburger’s out

now souls tormented wend


But even held in the brie

thoughts aspire, affirming

for hope is only delayed

as the mice, the mice are coming!