The POTW: Verse Til It Hurts


POTW #845
(Week of 14 July, 2013)

Internet radio has dramatically increased opportunities for this sort of fun.


Language sausage ground and garbled
Yet richly toned, exquisitely marbled
The words are swooping paisley sounds
Their cadences and rousing rounds
Staccato fists and rolling strokes
Hisses, rumblings and croaks
Muddy bogs and liquid smoke
Don't symbolize but do evoke
Although I do not understand
The sentences of far-off lands
Talk radio in unknown tongues
Seems more like it's being sung

Copyright © 2013 by Dave Grossman

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