Well-past-its-sell-by-date logic

There was a young lass of Bridport
Who bought lots of books she ought
not. Therein lay no knowledge
Yet still she wouldn't acknowledge
Their contents were of no import.

I refer you firstly to the relation between poesis and noesis.

Secondly...

A young man constrained by his metaphysic
And well-past-its-sell-by-date logic
Found the undecidability
Of an Other rationality
Quite outside his faculties analytic.

That is quite awful. (not awe-ful.)

In a book made of more than just words
Lay some limericks (food for the birds!)
One was totally smothered
'Cos the other one othered
Though they scanned like a pair of old nerds.

There was an argument quite consequential
Of matters almost influential
But its process poetic
And form esoteric
Showed it to be self-referential. 19/20