Xylophones

Enough of such parodic poetic pieces — not to mention alliteration.

There once was a philosophical debate
Whose force would not abate
It raged and it raged
All night it savaged
But its strength lay in its sanity rebate.

There's nothing quite like philosophy
And I'm sure you will agree
I'd sooner go on a shopping spree
To the island of Tahiti.

(I think my entry had best cease [and by that I should indicate — that is, imply somewhat directly (directement) — some form of ending (τελος) in a final sense of sorts, kinds, types] here, there, or everywhere... I refer my reader to Signifiers, Existentialism and Xylophones...)

Very dry and witty.

A chap whose metatext parodic
Was cryptic, ludic and ironic,
Condescending, amused,
Was really confused
And inclined to give up and say "Sod it!"

A young man whose reactioning stance
Would give no new notion a chance
Found himself mistaken —
The shock was heart-breaking
And he was overcome by différrance.