From Whence Did We Get This Craze?

Row for a while this boat along
Wade us from laws and laws of loss
Poems we write are boring songs
Mere laments of still stones and moss
The water wore a different face
The note was clear to fish and man
That both to survive long must race
This they must do without a plan.
So, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac toe
And the winner would overthrow
Hitherto ease would oft release
To man amidst and one under
Before the kiss of North’s thunder.
Alas! Quick! Here we are! Looters!
Each thief ‘theifs’ to own its owner
In line i stood with avarice
In a mood for feud and malice
Merchants were lured by lords and law
A habit not a nun would find
A gambit of the queen declined.

Leonell