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the coffee table book.

 

 

there’s a pedant sitting

waiting

in a corner of the hall

 

beneath a glazed expression

that’s hanging on the wall

 

the malcontents and ne’er do wells

are fingering the wedding belles

 

and onomatopoeiae smirk

at dangers in the plasterwork

 

whilst keeping up appearances

& thesaurus held near

the metaphor & simile

 

grammatically peer

beyond the confines of the page

where box & cypress form a cage

 

to ornamental gardens flee

beyond the maze of you and me

 

they slipped their bounds

and with a leap

escaped the wordsmith

fled the keep.