Concinnity

Now burst forth your long-suffocated song, You gagged lips with mute anthems sweet! Speak of your celestial lays with angels high In stillest skies above men's unmusical beat. Say which den under heaven's serenest wings Writhes most chargrined by tart mortal things. Divulge rare trills piped by such celestial sum, More dulcet tunes that finessed pickers strum. Kindly whisper into this pen's Muse-eluded ear The unheard-of strains that superior lyres pelt. In gentler tones alien to poor harps herebelow, Play fine ditties that earth's senses haven't felt. Anon spill in over-millioned soothing tongues Ethereal lines to sate this poet's aching pangs; And in earnest buzz your time-perfected chant To shame the best of man's cacophonous rant. Your most inharmonic line in lame pitch sung, Beats all tuneful vibes powered by carnal lung.