out upon the sea of known
a woman of letters, was clearly shown
all the letters of the alphabet
from omega and back, to pick and get

she'd hook and pluck up from the sea
the wild letters, caught for free
and hoist to a basket, for meal of word
a repast delightful, of words absurd

on the cusp of the waves, she'd flip an E
back to the boat to spell, for freE
in the trough of the wave, a capital T
to cook up a Tale, for you and me

all the letters mixed, to words were added
words stirred to phrases, and lines padded
the lines lined up, to stanzas built
while stanzas splashed, to poems spilt

and all the poems, upon her deck
weighed down the boat, on rocks to wreck
and quickly sank her poetic rhymes
to the bottom of oceans, of literary crimes

© agoodguy2have 2010-07-15