Trip to the Library

I journeyed to the library,

Where there I metaphrase,

I’d never met a phrase like her,

She had me in a daze!

She took me to her grammar’s house,

Where there, I met her brothers,

Who were together a paradox,

Ah, and there began my troubles,

They both had their PhD.,

It seems, in examining me,

All they did was ask me questions,

It seemed such a parody!

There I also met her sister,

Who moved me, in ways I should not say,

Her name was Metamucil,

I have a gut feeling still, about her today,

I knew though, with my metaphrase,

It soon would turn metaphysical,

If only I knew where to take my cue,

I’d put a little English on her grammar too!

Old grammar I knew, held the key to her heart,

If I only could gain her trust,

I’d win the heart of metaphrase,

And never would we part.

But old grammar’s a tough old nut,

With a cover bound like an old book,

She’d never put her trust in me,

Or give me a second look,

Somehow I’d have to figure a way,

To learn to read her pages,

Then figure out how old grammar ticked,

To win her trust for the ages

I still had one or two tricks,

That might just open that door,

And win the trust of grammar,

It’ll knock her on the floor!

She had an old pet dogma,

A pure-bred that’s for sure!

She followed that dogma all the time,

Though that dogma’s more her cur!

So I catered to that silly dogma,

That I really felt was absurd,

He rode inside my karma,

There that dogma left a turd,

At least it pleased old grammar,

So she took me on my word,

When I professed my love, for metaphrase,

Which of course, she had already heard,

So it was with her grammar’s blessing,

That I courted metaphrase.

And of course, we soon got metaphysical,

In so many creative ways!

Although her brothers were a paradox,

They were also a pair of creeps,

Who used to spy upon us,

Taking turns, taking their peeks!

But deeds like that, all soon get punished,

And it was no different in this case,

The police were alerted to their nefarious hobby,

They were both caught red-handed and red-faced.

The police had also caught them,

With a paragraphic photos!

They were a paradox quite shocking,

Partaking in their paranormal pleasures!

This shaggy dogma of a tale,

It has a happy ending,

For metaphrase and I were wed,

And in a few weeks you’ll be pleased to hear,

…Another metaphor, is pending.

© BAM