09-28-2011, 01:00 AM
Some, not-so-far-off-day perhaps, when pigs
fly, dogs and cats no longer fight, you will
indeed have finally learned to write; to craft
your metaphors, fresh similes with cadence
that elevates, enhances, demarcates
the splendor of your fine narration, void
of broken-hearted, masturbation-subject-
matter. A respectful graduate,
summa-cum-laudable, a prodigy--
University of Prosodies. Displaying
all your fine degrees with requisite
gold-stars superbly super-glue-applied
We hoi polloi, will sit back, ooh and sigh,
watching bacon fledglings flying by.