THE LETTER E


The sentence's senseless yet spineless depletion,
Declines each occurrence requiring completion,
Unless extra efforts retain E-impressions,
Yet successive lines henceforth pertain these recessions.

"Hurrah, finally!" quips a sarcastic analyst,
With a 'you did it so quickly', and tapping softly at his wrist,
But I roll my pupils at this critic's painful scorn,
And I gawk at him constantly till his guard looks worn,
At which point I skilfully and artfully affirm:
"My gait may await and I shun you as bait,
As your appraisal stinks of a putrid bookworm!"

© Alex Frost 2009