05-04-2009, 10:22 AM
Epitaphium for Jacek Kaczmarski
So now the bard spurns iambs and trochees
he's cast out like a snobby Romeo
he writes reviews that read like journalese
the re in in all his songs came out as doh
Remember friends those isles where live your Friese
the mob demands that verse be comme il faut
mixing broom with chives shows expertise
most people like to read the words they know
The impassioned poet isn't polyglot
one language in his brain that's all he's got
while coming home we find the wind turned mean
O bard your solo readings make me mock
I quite forgive you when you run amok
clear from the start the ending is foreseen
So now the bard spurns iambs and trochees
he's cast out like a snobby Romeo
he writes reviews that read like journalese
the re in in all his songs came out as doh
Remember friends those isles where live your Friese
the mob demands that verse be comme il faut
mixing broom with chives shows expertise
most people like to read the words they know
The impassioned poet isn't polyglot
one language in his brain that's all he's got
while coming home we find the wind turned mean
O bard your solo readings make me mock
I quite forgive you when you run amok
clear from the start the ending is foreseen
