Gobbledygook
Such swings the Muses' wail
to him that laxly trail
and her too, prone to frail
when we are out of jail
with truly turgid tongues
singing sourly sweet songs.
A sense and some music
comedy and tragic
of a form in a flow
dangling on minds as snow
on a smooth sloping roof
it's just gobbledygook.
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