Fleets Of Feeble Feet, Wit & Tweet Poem by John Sensele

Adrift beast tweets came from a satire with a desire not to quit swift
When addressed in dull dresses immersed in verses so terse
Sages with wounded wedges thought goons' gift to sift through a rift
Between a horse and a hearse

Visited a vast city when a cast twist
Of fate though late in debt leapt and swept the inept who slept
Snoringly withheld wounded wings to test whether its zest to insist
On a plate dancing, glancing, pouncing on a droll debate

Staged to assuage amazement and encouraged a rustic roar to reveal
Dark dungeons in which pigeon surgeons
Tweet every morning to deal
A slow blow to their reputations

As though nothing more important
Deserved their attention in education, tuition, emancipation, participation
But Coillard spoilers' minds inhabited distant
Stratospheres because beers, fears and tears defied details of any meaningful mission.