Au contraire my sweet laureate of classic poetry <br />I do not request you kneel before as a King <br />In that you shun me as but another drunken Knave <br />As so you do the many loyal rats which inhabit your cave <br />In the hopes of finding a trite nourishment or an end <br />To their constant sorrows of such an unhealthy sewer <br />It was not the likes of me who created this sludge which coats our feet <br />For my hands while not clean of blood and guts <br />Are not shamefully guilty of such menial drudgeries <br />As are the Vultures and birds of prey which lay in wait <br />Of your next few crumbs of contritely worded appreciation <br />Shall my Lady allow me to speak that my drool may wash her feet <br />I would wish not to criticize or hold account of her less than original sins <br />For though I feel no less compelled to disgorge my thoughts <br />Or purge my stomach of such vile meat <br />I'd rather in my own vernacular words.... <br />Never ever eat your Gruel again..... <br />For your words do not possess the ability <br />To take the smallest grain of sand and turn it into a bolder <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan <br /> <br />Note: One traditional method of treating a ganglion cyst was to strike the lump with a large, heavy book. And since even the poorest households usually possessed a Bible, that was what they used, which is how ganglion cysts came to be nicknamed 'Bible Bumps'<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bible-goes-bump-in-the-night/
