Saturday, October 22, 2011

The Opulent Opus

Such a superbe collection of symbols
Could not be located by the finest orienteer
More valuable then twenty years of orthodontics
This work could oxygenate a foreign planet.

The marvellous effects of this would not be incongruous
With the acts of some multi-limbed alien god, irreproachable
The mere mention of the title is an invocation
of iridescent images beyond all imaginings.

But think of this not as a picaresque
or an act as tragic as pneumonia
Though this stanza may sound pompous
It will heal all wounds through pontification.

My aim is as humble as a costermonger
and in the hours, crepuscular
You will wrap these words around you like a cummerbund
and feel as if you have been filled with chipolata.

While this poem may have left you nonagenarian
Remember it as a nasturtium
And dedicate all future nomenclature
To our beloved member of the nouveau riche

Simon Tottrup

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