Albatross Purée

Albert Ross oh Albatross

Mystic of the sky

Come to me

Ship of sea

Soar down from on high

Master Ross young Albatross

I will never purée you

Have no fear

Land over here

Upon this patch of glue

Albert dear don’t shed a tear

I would never pickle thee

Glide on in

Taste some gin

Relax then pay my fee

And the Albatross replied …

In conclusion I’m coming back to you, a place leads to depart

I klaw may way toward somewho, but only chear the start

The middle, tourneys out and in

Ending within its own begin’

A mortal sin, its pickled gin, test a mint without Art

To rhyme is divine but too hollow is follow, beginning at the end

I suffix all I’ll say next fall, an appendix I did prepend

The middle girth’s me back and fore

Rotating bits, bore my core

Love dust abound underground, the receiving it did send

Fly on Oracle of the seas …

Albert Ross wise Albatross

Scholar of sky and sea

I bow in shame

Exalt thy name

Owl no match for Thee!

The Failed Poet Mar 2021

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