27 December 2011 - the horror crawls

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Ask Not For Whom the Thunder Rolls

The horror crawls in toddlers’ scrawls
And oozes through the pores of lovers;
The dark rot bleeds through desperate needs
That Alzheimers undiscovers.
Roll, thunder, roll, boom like the heartstrings failing,
And mumble, mortals, mumble, quailing, quailing, quailing.

clue:

Reply to and parody of the start of Tennyson’s poem “The Splendor Falls,” a masterpiece of controlled sound but rather sluggish at making its point.

The Splendor Falls by Lord Alfred Tennyson

give me a clue so sweet and true

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