Once all
were cozy
I started
reading me poesy
in the
dim-lit den
of a house
with drawn blinds.
We brooked
no interruption
from the
noise and disruption
of the world
in turmoil outside.
Just a
little poesy,
with mayhap
a nip of rosey,
as we sought
some cheer for the ear.
But things
have a way
of bringing
a fray
when someone
gets nosey.
So it was no
surprise
when I came
to surmise
a stranger snuck
into our midst.
It was our vanity
to keep our
sanity
by leaving warp
and woof outside.
And here was
this dude
with the
potential for rude
interruption
of our rosey and poesy.
But no posey
lover
under cleverer
cover
had ever darkened our door.
For through
fates unknown
into our
midst he’d been thrown
to escape
all the woofing and warping.
So we
welcomed him as guest
perceiving
his quest
to be one
with ours perforce.
And we had
quaffed enough rosey
to invite
his initiation by poesy
so the test
was laid out for him thusly:
You can join
our merry band
and we’ll
gladly lend a hand
if you can pass
this one little test
Promise never
to pitch
a line with
a twitch
like…
“There once was a man from Nantucket…”
