In Praise of Our 'Infant Confessor'
Hark! For a trumpet is heard through the town
Announcing a glorious day -
People from desk and from book will come 'round
Praising a child at play.
You may ask, "What means this? Why not celebrate
One who's conquered a city or two?
Banners and singing and marching is fine -
If you keep them to heroes, and few."
Rare is this one whom we honor with glee
That never by strength of his arm -
Has overcome ought but a fated CD
Dashed to the floor without harm.
All eyes being captured, and more than one heart -
You have conquered us all, with but a year's art.
posted by M' Lady's Topsail @ 2:53 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Hear hear!
Did you find the hidden message? :)
No. What's going on with the CD? And why only a year's art? Is this about M. Jackson's new plan to record the Pope stuff?
I get it, I get it. What do I win? :-)
Annie: Wow, that looks hard. I'm impressed. It's really good.
Whiskey: I can't believe you don't get the poem, even if you didn't see the message. Put the bourbon back in the cupboard, buddy. :-)
That's amazing! My poetic skills aren't that great so I wouldn't know for certain, but what you did looks pretty hard. I will have to copy it and put it in his file.
Whiskey, it seems like you don't know "Jack."
"Infant Confessor" in our circle must mean
Everyone
Devised
What
Austin
Really
Desires
Overcoming a fated CD dashed to the floor without harm. Ah yes.
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