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The formal's informal in form
LAKSHMI RAMESHWAR RAO
I wear my ware indeed very well
Now time it is to dwell, not fight
Nor shelter in your shell
Let's come together once and for all
Look into the wishing well
The route that we take is at the root
Of a way to show our steel
We'll steal the show and bring to heel
Weigh options so we'll heal.
What's new in this, this we knew,
Your sooth we'd already heard
Our act is the action of a team
Not dismissed as a herd.
'Beau' 'bow' and "bow wow"
Bow wow wow - time is here and now
To eat the language like a pear
In an all English pow wow
A wood, not wood we say would grow
And languages can't be eaten
Practice it in full throated flow
All forms are better written.
Peel the words for layered meaning
Pare structures to the bone
Compare and pair them in their using
Sound letters for skills to hone.
What you seem to mean is mean, or else the golden mean,
I could sue you for that, but I'll sew another seam
The up shot of this is yet only that
I'm anxious and I care - which is neither here nor there
Don't box away in a box
All that I have to say
We'll box with one another
But not on Boxing Day.
You'll cow me down with hunt and chase,
Secure defence and fence
It's not quite right to tie things down
And make you people tense
Discussion's the only way of a nerd
When issues are all gently purred,
Every pat on your back is free from attack
When fixed in writing's immortal word
'Dear', I use here for to start,
Language rites once more
It's time you insist and I desist
Not prolong the Language Show
I'll freeze those verbose thoughts
For writing's not evidence I fear
Compile it all in books for reciting
To draw our colleagues near
My writing freize I'll leave with you
To nurture and make it grow
Remember the sacred promise
That is for ever - no not never
For ever and ever more
A solo dance danced on your sole,
Is the dance we all call "Soul"
A whole mesh with just one little hole
Troubles the hard working farmer, poor soul
Its time to stop and take a walk
A second chance, I'll use to talk
And face the shock by taking stock
But...
The dye is cast, what's the singular dice?
Think about it all just once or twice.
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