Convex curvature, female caricature In the shiny polished upper side resides my reflection Up left, roses would strive To derive right ***** from the Unparsimonious point of inflection
And what inflection! Phrasing inflected Sings songs well affected By the erratic gliding Of ******* chiding The inopportune haste of Her lover
I, graced, sit down in bemusement: For nor does she bring just a Knickknack's amusement Nor do I lug A source of apologies Instead our duality slates Juxtaposition As the most redundant of tautologies.
This poem is a bit of an enigma. I challenge you all to guess who "She" is.