The Scramble
While with others for the treasured scramble,
We sometimes like Acrobats tumble,
The message wiring across that we’re nimble
But all too soon like an elephant amble,
And like the soaked in Bacchus stumble
And like ramshackle walls crumble;
From our bellies a heard rumble
And The Once Fluent begins to ramble,
Lots of a tailor beginner's fumble,
Not good at the use of a thimble
That sometimes forces out a grumble
Before our becoming at last humble;
From our loud speeches to a mumble.
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