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Originally Posted by Bman
(Post 423641)
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Hemidemisemiquaver
Cooter Brown was brave and highly
Skilled, no man more skilled or braver,
When he set out to hunt the wily
Hemidemisemiquaver.
At first he tried the common places
And common ways: electric shaver,
Straight-backed chair with Grecian graces,
Automated barrel-staver,
Bungee-jumping off high mesas
Without the normal legal waiver,
Screaming tenors, rumbling basses,
Safety cones and asphalt paver,
Bell-boy's cap with bright red braces...
Nothing worked, and he grew graver:
How hard the chase makes he who chases
The hemidemisemiquaver!
And as he pondered long and hard
He pondered all the many cases;
Pondering in slow regard,
He pondered through contorted faces,
Arching backs, and slippery places;
He pondered deep and pondered well --
And his attention never wandered
While still he pondered, pondered, pondered --
When, pondering, he felt a swell
From far below, as if some craver
Finally found the food that fell
From heaven, like the breaking spell
Of winter begging spring to save her
Earth from ice, he broke the shell
And gorged on long-desired flavor ...
The hemidemisemiquaver!
Cooter's triumph, though, was brief:
Despair competes in him with grief --
For, though nobody may forbid it,
He can't remember how he did it.