I Narrate a Tale

I pen a lousy poem where verbperturbs, noun frowns And adjectives act as clowns onomatopoeia breeds paranoia That swarthy sounds on murky mounds Are conspiring to beleaguer The Celestial castle of self Simply for power and pelf Where transferred epithets Serve old meals in new plates Fixing ''weary''with the ''way'' And insead of men, calling the inn gay Where rotten rhyme talks things sublime And weaving a whim around a slender theme I narrate a tale that reverberates the vale Forgetting his stress and tension A passerby stands near my mansion Listening with rapt attention The saga of passion's cruel detention