Mudness & Madness Poem by John Sensele

Much mudness and madness in a realm of sadness move love
Love so misunderstood for good in a nestled, nettled neighbourhood
Wears down hearts and tarts whose ramparts claim to shove
Aside monopoly and duopoly in a glide and ride of a muffled mood.

Much fondness and fecklessness streak and prick the streak of romance
Romance so jilted, stilted, tilted and wilted in much glamour
Wears down hearts that breathe little balance in a dunce dance
Whose cadence lance in the end rains strains of much crank clamour.

Much fondness and flirtiness freak out
When lovers in their covers claim to love each other
Although eerie eyes hardly know sentiments beneath a doubt
That bakes, flakes and shakes maimed claims of ‘No bother'.

Much fondness and frankness seldom signal sentiment stability
Felt, helped, kept and wept when love tears and leers
Climb home to roam and boost the roost of malleability
That defends and sends shock shivers to dunk into a beaker of bliss beers.