The Birds Evaluate! Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

Arrhythmic lines advance and slop,
oh, great composer and divine;
critiques of boredom, but benign,
resound like donkeys' prancing clop.

Accounts of doubtful ambiance,
assess thine unaccepted verse,
with hapless comments that coerce,
appraising thus, your blurry stance.

Conceivable the cheering cries,
(sopranos' pitch of vocal bleep) ,
while blooms of Absinthe dance and heap,
accompany the arts' demise.

Accounts of zilch, a tilted clique,
thy broken lines with pride rehearse,
tho' jerking pomps, the arts disburse
and of their illness they bespeak.

The Institutions, thus, research
to comprehend how booze can harm
and mellow sips the arts disarm,
while birds evaluate and smirch.

You failed to keep a gallant pose;
hence unattractive, trite and boor,
you bid the deadened troubadours'
unfolded mouths to never close.