An Amphigouri riff about a
pocket-watch lost in the tall grass,
‘mongst towering waves of grasses green?
Perhaps! Frogs jade,
and pimpled pale
half frightened, dive to depths unseen.
Indeed! I plead, may snail and whale
give credence where, and what they’ve seen.
Oh, treasure lost in verdant dale,
unctuous yon ticking tangerine!
Return! I, lest in quest should fail,
impersonate a submarine.
(Just for fun, each stanza begins with an exclamation.
As an additional poetic Easter-egg, the first letter of each line is an acrostic.)
Amphigouri
am·phi·go·ry | \ ˈamfəˌgōrē, amˈfigərē \ variants: amphigouri \ ˌamfə(ˌ)güˈrē \
am·phi·go·ry | \ ˈamfəˌgōrē, amˈfigərē \ variants: amphigouri \ ˌamfə(ˌ)güˈrē \
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