A litter of letters appeared at the door
Seven sole symbols severed from the Alpha
Bet,
Lord and litigant of all language
rudiments.
Three were paired however, only one
married.
They each and all claimed membership to one
word;
Yet not one of them could define a meaning!
Nay! None knew any coherent alignment
Much less offer one reasonable, sensible
utterance.
Their lack of pronouncements was indeed
their very wholeness!
Such shameful attributions they enjoined
to.
Who leads; who follows and what ends?
This terrible type and mis-type behavior
They do tell of a place of detritus
Where fragments lie in their destruction
On some odd or even day -
“Ragamuffins all! A mélange of misdeed
A motley mess this crew of collage and
clutter”
Said the Master Gallimaufry Spellchecker,
Dictator of All Dictionaries - Official
of the OED.
And at once, the symbols scrambled
To unscramble their meaning: Agglomeration.
And thus, all brokenness was coherent in
the universe.
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