No matter corporeal essence
     of Robert Frost bid adieu
from temporal plain approximately
     five and fifty plus years ague,
his rediscovered spiritual
     omnipresence suffuses anew

mine gnarly feeble exegesis
     denounce-able, deplorable,
     and despicable hue
Morris legacy of Robert Frost, who
nonetheless (auld choke king aside)
     doth rank as irreproachable amidst
     pantheon of deceased
     great poets, you

would agree, unless familiarity
     already yar aware
how the New England vantage point
     (approximately three quarters
     of a century) in the past
     his (WMGK) magic doth blare
infusing and injecting
     a much needed cheer

full dose of dare...
ring ling lee, (I spout
     je nais sais quois)
     in my attempt
     to be poetically debonair
(the only French known to me)
     in an effort to endear
homage Robert Frost,

     he whose flair
with words defy accolades
     and brilliance doth glare
with blinding profundity here
to fore lamentable, impossible, and
feeble attempt to emulate,
     a immortal one man brand
amidst pantheon of

     August American poets,
     the depth of,
     his writings doth expand
lovingly justifiably ineluctably
     historically gently fanned
this nonpareil poetic king,
     whose status grand
which feeble, ignoble,

     and laughable attempted hand
(spurred by facilitator
     at "All Poetry" website) island
did this impossibly
     elusive task, thus admit
admission aye feel duff feet head

     to write letting words flit
to and fro, hither and yon,
     that bind like true grit
with that esprit
     de corps cerebral impact
     that doth gently hit
ice suppose said task
     would be a breeze to an Innit

where he/she,
     would immediately synchronize
unlike myself, who ****
     not up to this task,
     as yukon up prize

thy dog gone ruff hewn effort -
     no (Chuck Norris) lies
attested as wretched - to by
     any gallivanting guys
hence aye desperately axis allies!