Sonnet - 142 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

One Wonders why such Living Voice borrowed
To Teach and Direct our Frightened Thoughts fare
Though Eloquent must leave Sweet Friends sorrowed
Await her Return then Lay her Points bare
And share indeed this Precious Cool Knowledge
With Hour's come spend Hour's thoughts' Hour's wave
Which-what and which-that print Programs on-edge
Be that our Blue Eagle its Valued Eggs save
Wittingly so, behind that Frilly Smile
See such Beauty besponsor Form and Bloom
Admit to re-fuel Fine Words on-file
That which Hell-Born Clients impend their Doom.
Your Patience - that Gift - that Best we could Learn
Merry we Easterlings your Respect we Earn.