Pedant Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

PEDANT

Waste high in patent bindings which to dust
soon homage pay, dry humbug pedants sneeze,
impressing others with their minds is ‘must'
for if ignored, their reflex jerks displease.
A parch_me[a]nt waste's no way to wrap a crust
inedible where acid critics tease.
Yet true to type, adverse reviews non-plussed,
inflated egotistical disease
sickles brain cells, bane to causes just.
Self praise weighs pros and 'cons'cience ill at ease.
Censure punctures tiring traits. Disgust
grows when discarded, injured p(r) etty please.
Few dare surf free, sail current served, until
time reprimands their ill-begotten will.


Jonathan Robin 18 February 1992 revised 13 October 2021
Previous Title The Pedant, for previous version see below


THE PEDANT

Waist high in patent bindings which to dust
soon homage pay, dry humbug pedants sneeze,
impressing others with their minds is ‘must'
inane - for their remainders most displease.
A parch_me[a]nt waste's no way to wrap a crust
inedible where acid critics tease.
Yet true to type, adverse reviews non-plussed,
few leave the ego to its own disease,
most try to elevate to causes just
self justification, conscience ill at ease.
Their p[s]alms are toppled at the slightest gust,
when slighted, - self respect bend s to appease.
Few dare surf free, sail current served, mistake
tomorrow's trends for sales' ends greed may slake...



18 February 1992