The Hendecasyllable Blooming Forest

Yonder in blooming forest stands a white house;
The high road and the low road all lead to it;
Its express traffic spins on the gas of Gauss;
One is mindful about the parity bit.


Rejoice and always give some thanks to the King;
Search nature’s wardrobe for her exotic blooms;
Watch! How the heliconia claws each thing;
Much mistrust everywhere around them mushrooms.


False birds of paradise nest in the forest;
Watch those fireflies in seasons of rebirth;
Plenty humans compete to win the contest;
Their endless acid vile wells out no such mirth.


The chatter of green monkeys and raucous birds;
Disturb the whole serenity of the woods;
Politico feeds on the best gaffs in words;
Their floral arrangements shape their brand of goods.


Greatly in flower forest stands the white house;
It beamed in the darkest knight with dazzling light;
The heliconic bush still claws with great rouse
This bailout handout is no ‘Turkish delight’!


© Paterika Hengreaves