On iambic feet
In active voice,
Tense with past perfection,
He dangles a participle,
Offers a tempting preposition,
Declines a noun,
Catches a verb on the wing --
A rare ibid, but no matter:
A mute 'e -- can't sing.
The subject turns to
The voyages of Syntax,
A morpheme addict
In search of a prefix,
Trapped in an aphorism
On the Irony Coast
For want of a straight line
From Paradise Lost.
A sequence of tents
Conceals an historical present
From the Great Apostrophic Contraction,
And all that remains is this fragment.
The phoneme rings --
Some sententious idiom
Unable to agree in person,
Has to be in Scholium.
Anti-semantic ravings
Are heard irregularly.
A relative pronounces
A humble simile.
The world is sick,
All glory's transitive.
A verb in the hand
Is worth a double negative.
Beware the feminine rhymes
Of those who join the frays.
A definite article provokes
A silent letter from the Lower Case.
The mood is indicative
Of a conjunction caught.
The finite have split,
The infinite must not.