A call to alms
would better suit,
than strident, angry words of battle.
What care we fools
for careless commas,
and misused, misplaced: colons a-rattle?
The ode's the thing -
he almost said,
and writing, writhing on these pages,
is clear as mud,
for reasoned readers.
Why bother? Scribing for the ages
is not what it's
about my dear friend.
It's a calming, cooling of our passion
for ill-writ texts
of worthless waffle,
our selfish gene for self-expression.

Comments
FTSE100 | January 29, 2009 - 10:51
If the point of it all is self-expression, goodness knows what self I express. Maybe we're just on the fringes of the entertainment business? Buskers begging for cherries, or at least some attention from passers-by?
jennifer | January 29, 2009 - 11:31
I am going to be my usual pedantic self!
In order for there to be self-expression, there must be a universal language that we all understand in which to express ourselves!
Gah!
Great poem, loved this bit:
and writing, writhing on these pages,
is clear as mud,
for reasoned readers.
p.s. your grammer is good, tho, innit?
J x