Tuesday, February 07, 2006

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.

6 Comments:

At 2/07/2006 5:00 PM, Blogger Flannery said...

Hear hear!

 
At 2/07/2006 7:29 PM, Blogger M' Lady's Topsail said...

Did you find the hidden message? :)

 
At 2/07/2006 8:22 PM, Blogger Whiskey said...

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?

 
At 2/07/2006 9:56 PM, Blogger Sapientiae Amator said...

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. :-)

 
At 2/09/2006 7:12 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

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.

 
At 2/14/2006 2:19 PM, Blogger Clashing Symbol said...

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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