POEM-Alauding Late to Finnegans Wake

Alauding Late to Finnegans Wake

What lovely obscenery, one blindscop said,

Poering over the woruld sheer, and how it iswas,

One gaslit gorehouse of contemporancient grins

All billiowy, all willbully gleaned

From the merest waste. Such sproutage!

And in one senselust pervework recordwrit

His funtempestry for which

Clarity approaches tenwaves, prying all the damns to our fluidy appreception,

Whan thrill sich clamborous musifraction sang, flashing, coalescent, brief,

Goldfleshing through the grit of the earthpoem,

Echoing all with adoration the allalluring echoation

Omnipresented and unended.

I see the earthwork seastirring

With light yspoked and mutable

And blentwords overbrimmed.

His knotty, noughty wiseworldthing

Touched the teatility of some sibyl

Mind, and found nothing thin.