Thursday, May 10, 2012

Foliadge Sage Thyme

What is mud you say? Very well I'll tell
You. The thud at bay, the banter, the great well
Of knowledge which you seek to understand
Is foliage deep, highly contraband.
Do you still wonder, I wonder whether
You are still thunderously resolved to
Know, whether under my teachings, why sir
Mud made banished his very own name? You
Wonder whether there is more to this game
Of mystery and chance meetings, this dance
Of intrigue? Bland is the hand if no mane
Is upon the face; such a mane speaks trance
Like words to those that look upon it's age.
Now you speak to age, the greatest mud sage.

                                Foliage Sage Thyme, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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