indira is a dear, eh?

INSIDE ITHACA

An Itchy Silly Sonnette

Dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi

By Izzy Ess of Kindness

Insidiously, inside Ithaca,

Indira Gastineau induced Pierre

To sound the Bell of Telemann, for goodly

Citizens of North Sainte Claremont, eh?

In Georgian Bay, musicians lay in wait

For Sigmund Bellingham to eat his ham

And lam it out of there to Timbuktu.

In Xanadu, reporters snapped their fingers

To the tune of OLD MAN RIVERBOAT,

Whose goat had eaten all the silverware.

Suffice to say, the hour of day was twelve,

When Tucumcari filled his shelves with Melba

Toast, the Ghost of Christmas Past had left

For Abercrombie, Fitch and Stein, bereft.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md, wetland, Canada, July 7, 2013