Saturday, July 25, 2009
Dreary upsmanship ranks a tedious iteration of numbers,
down under revealed after typically impatient offer.
Don't umpires resolve -- at times, impose -- odd negations,
doowop utterings regurge a tune, indeed, of naysaying?
Driving under, round, and to, I open nothing.
Drinking up -- ripped and tilted -- I overspill nuggets:
different utterances reach a tongue in overt noises.
Deliver us! reports a tentful in one's nearby.