Full circle

There once was a pony called Freddy
Whose balance was not very steady,
He fell into a tank
Of battery acid (dank!)
And thus became called Ever Ready.

That's not an A! (Unless defined as such. And such isn't an A either. Sutch is mad, though I suppose the three are not mutually exclusive, especially insofar as they contain traces of their opposites. Of course they don't contain Z's either, which may or may not prove that they are not A.)

A, ab, abacus, succubus, omnibus, omniverous, herbivorous, herbicide, homicide, homology, analogy, analect, abstract, abacus, ab, A.

"The wheel has come full circle, I am here" — Shakespeare

"Here, or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning" — T.S. Eliot

"In the beginning was the Word" — S^t John the Evangelist

No innuendo

Weasel + Popacatopetl = Blump

There was a young woman called Tonkin
Whose hooter would always be honkin'
Though she stuffed it with dung
It still stuck out its tongue
So she gave it a jolly good seeing-to.

There once was a limerick-type creation
Which raised readerly expectations
By wasting some time
In order to rhyme —
But the last line had no innuendo.

There once was a couple called Wilberforce
Who decided to obtain a divorce
A limerick's constraint
Left them frustrated and faint
They stopped rhymimg so they could have intercourse.

Sorry. I appear to have lowered the tone. If one of the oboes could kindly provide an A?

Outdated metaphysic

Truth's not a thing like any door or table
Wombat or computer or referent
Alas, perhaps, it would have been convenient —
However it is rather more unstable.
Thus it is pardonable to be confused
By the linguistic sign — even perturbed,
Though wishful thinking will make you disturbed
Or pathological — if it's abused.
So be realistic, if you sadly are
Overburdened with outdated metaphysic
Acknowledge the odd little problematic
Though you be fearful, and though it may jar
Though subtleties so far have you eluded
You may even end up quite uneluded.

Obscurantism is normality

In the language of deconstruction
Obscurantism is normality
Indeed it's impossible to function
If one lacks the ability
To employ such difficult jargon.
They love the word "iterability"
Tho it was coined by a moron
It is tempting to resort to frivolity
Despite the unfeasability
Of my enduring ability
To continue in this style.

It is so incomprehensible
It completely baffles me
Tho' tis so reprehensible
I feel it overpowering me
Yet theory text must be resisted
As long as I have breath
'Cos it's so bitter and twisted
And as interesting as death.

It has already overtaken Liz
Which is an awful shame
For the result of this is this —
She can't even write her name
She continues to be absorbed by the text
Tho' it never makes any sense
For she has to keep wearing specs
In case she should go into the Gents.

Degenerate fumings of an idle brain. Sorry. State of Affairs. Indeed.

No God was reified

Except it isn't.

Apart from some people, who, as the name implies, are quite noodles.

Deifier saw dog on poop; no God was reified.

And as for the halibut, it didn't incarnate the sign, either. Or both. Gods must be carried on the stairs! Pass farther down the sub! Marine! You tell them! Remain? I rename Eire means Ire-land; man. Rain and elms. Ablithu, lithp, lps. Lapse of the lips, fin again (more holibit), writing. Am I? Miami, miasmus. No! Yes, yes. Really? Good. O God!

Finnegan's Wake — is he? For we all did said, but! Buttle! No more morrow for old Mrs Marrow. Truly the wain it was meant to beeb. Blobbledy boon. ! ? Her. Considering. Yes. Oh goodness. Where would be we without one? Do I? I don't know? I am going too fast for you.

I, I, and I.I.A.E.I.O.U.

Context?
Metatext... Four.

Sum pipple

"Some people think that a tickling-stick is a sex symbol, but that's just a fallacy." (Ken Dodd)

"Some people think that an off-sea bar is a pub where divers go. I told that to a shop-assistant in Martin's once. She didn't understand it either." (R. Feaver)

"Some people think, therefore they are." (R. Descartes)

"'Some people' is an English-language signifier of an indefinite quantity of human beings." (R. Sole)

"Some people write with their nose." (R. B. Trerry)

"Sum pipple nobbly nibbly noodles." (Squelly Vacuum)

"     " (Neg. Space)

Arthur in his bin

A dustbin once contained a holy relic
Some socks, a video and a piece of cheese
And Arthur, standing right up to his knees
Disconsolate, and sometimes he went click.
On balance this is rather psychedelic
But what can you expect from text so thin
Or a linguistic construct in a bin
At least I haven't mentioned "Freud" or "phallic",
"Phallogocentric" or "overdetermined"
Though leaving you entirely unillumined —
But what can one expect from rhymes like that
So there we leave him, Arthur in his bin
As though of hemlock he had drunk, or gin —
At least he wasn't wearing a silly hat.

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