My vivid verse, or sombre song, Will lollop liltingly along. No noun ever known To be left on its own An alliterative adjective's rarely wrong! Thinking of things as solely sound My tutting tongue I run them round. Bibs for baby baboons With blue bubbly balloons Form the fittest phrase yet for such faffing I've found.
This ugly gash, graphite grey, Through heath and hillside hacks its way. Saloons and estates, vans ferrying freight Flock, and surge like a stream in spate. A catspring-bonnetted Jaguar, Brakes and blunders into the tar Of a rush-hour tailback, congealing, A myriad motorists homing on Ealing. Fogged with fumes, fuggy with fumes Is the atmosphere where the traffic vrooms, Choked with coaches, lorries’ long loads, And the car-crazed commuters that clog up the roads. Where would the world be, if ever they ceased, Trade and traffic? Let them be increased! Our highways are heaving - let more be built! We’ll plant a few poplars to lessen our guilt.
Limp Little Lyric above owes something (perhaps not much) to his Inversnaid; Motorway owes it considerably more.(1844-89) was a highly innovative poet, particularly in the field of rhythm. He introduced the concept of "sprung rhythm", and often published his poetry with stress marks to assist the reader. His poems also used alliteration heavily. The
Another of his innovations was a verse form called the curtal sonnet.
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