Canto I
A Prince once found    A pauper, poor.
Theodore Marmaduke,   Whom Wordsworth maligned,
Spent his life    looking for the greatest lovesongs.
Find he did    when that dumb pauper Doctor wrote his poems
Who dumb for lack of degree   Was a doctor due to his discipline.
Theodore had aligned altogether    With a wicked foe, abrupt
And unabashed as Unferth   Who understood nothing.
The Pauper, named “Prince”   Though a titular prince
Came to the Bawth isles of Brittos   An American bold and brazen
Beheld the waves.   Wondered he did at the wheat
For never did he set Flesh    Upon the isle’s forgiving shore.
A town towered tall,    So the Pauper called Bromdun Kratz Nuewfer
Titular in title called    Broomhill Crown New, to talk
His odes. Theodore thought   This thug not a thoroughbred
Thus set out to steal,    By the knowledge of the storm
The Elf jewel,   Thus jeered forth the Ladies of the Sea—
By sending Bromdun to a bawdy   Breadth of time, bereaved of his
Happy present.   Pretending was to pour out prudent truth
That in principle, the odes   Were true, though flesh pretend.
The ladies each shared one eye    Shod together lewd, at the head
They possessed power over    The populous sea.
The sisters spoke     “Bromdun Nuewfer, we see strong
“Are you, and your loves    Toward your youthful yens.
“For, with the youthful yens   We wish you to use to
“To call to core memory    Your crude crimes.
“Call to core memory, crude,    We shall also call forth core
“Memories most unusual    Ones of Madoc and Marmaduke.”
Bromdun possessed    A prized arrow and bow.
So shot forth the shod    A flaming tarth shooting from the shaft
To slay one of the three.   Yet, a song misted, and the sea
Slung back, steering strong toward    The skywave.
Bromdun had not a shield    So shimmied up a tree.
The seas flung one    Hundred foot fraught
Washing Bromdun    With the waves
Bromdun stood, harshly stormed    Another wave from the west
Come from Ire’s Land,   Let loose, and levied naught
To tear Bromdun beneath the    Waves brazenly.
Sum’d the Chok, the Chok    Who confounded the verse.
The verse was confounded,   And Bromdun was toppled down
Through the ocean’s depth.   For Marmaduke was strong.
Bromdun survived the waves,    So strung his bow one last time.
Strung, and fired the steel shaft     Shodding the arrows sorrowful
At the standing, prostrate beasts.   A prophet was not Bromdun
But a Nethanim he was.    To tell himself the hero
Bromdun had caught Marmaduke    And Madoc. Bromdun murdered no one.
But, Marmaduke and Madoc had.    Thus, the murderous intent was made
To marr Bromdun   But Bromdun had severely beaten
The one eyed threewoman with arrow arrayed    To weaken the armored shebeast.
But the threebeast threw herself    Thrusting forth to break Bromdun.
For Omri,    O’ Thou Theodore Marmaduke
In a fit of rage,    When he raised lies rude to flit
And fraught the minds of     Marmaduke and Madoc.
Thus, Bromdun escaped    When Marmaduke established
That Bromdun was just insane.   But, Bromdun was but
A trickster, who twisted minds    Tricked, and transfixed
In a bed of belied blasts   To bludgeon false prophets
With what he thought false prophecies.    So Omri would forgo
And forget to fight    The forbearing foes.
For Bromdun was but a blighted soul    Given discourse with Dionysus
In his castle. For Dionysus should know    That Israel is free
Therefore, it would be cursed if    Bromdun carried forth in the statues of
Omri, Dionysus, Marmaduke.   For to win, must Bromdun sing—
B. K. Neifert 