I wanted to write a lighter poem. I also wanted to rhyme. Thus...


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Here! Leer at the sphere near the sheer pier!
No mere, insincere auctioneer would jeer at or smear what we hear
From the sphere. An engineer would revere its hemispherical veneer
— It appears to cohere, and, thus, it endears to the eye and the ear: they adhere
So that flaws disappear, to any overseer
(Whether pamphleteer, buccaneer, or cashier).
You may start cavalier, but peer at the sphere
Long enough, and — oh dear! — you've been there
A year.

— Christopher Walsh, 7/2/2017

There. I feel better.