A novelish rhythm
Of inherent imprecision;
The Jesuit who made it
Penned it late from fear God forbade it.
Gerard Manley Hopkins' Sprung Rhythm
A collection of quotations
Of immense circulation;
Both like tyrant and saviour
Was this poet's behaviour.
A game without players or strife
Just a grid and four rules suffice;
The Liverpudlian who thought it up
Gave mathematics many else a shakeup.
Letters to an imaginary friend
That spared dispair till the end;
She was only a child
When that annex was defiled. . .
A series of technically advanced
Impressions of a cathedral in France;
Their iconoclastic painter's
Sense of colour soon grew famously fainter.
An intensity of feeling
In this case pain, and abandoment's reeling;
He must be the most famed of all time
To believe he was divine.
A concoction of cocaine and booze
By popes and presidents approved;
Lord, the Corsican who conveived of that brew
Was a devilish marketer too!
Through this proto-computer
Fascist plotting was neutered;
Ironic then, that its inconic inventor
Was castrated with a chemical hard-on preventer.
A glistening eromenos
Representing the Florentine demos;
Like so many of the renaissance
Its sculptor was a great nonce.
2024