I'll never deny my love for the sky
And my love for iridescent wonder
Which has me ponder the poetess thigh
At the risk of a poetic blunder...
Yet the risk is there due to obsession
And subsequent established addiction
To a chain of semantic progression
Yoked to an old English affliction,
Which I like to think...still stays in style
At all hours of the day and the night
And even every once in awhile
With a flash of philosophic insight...
Enough, at least, to stay undiverted,
But escape being tagged too perverted!