I knew an Elaine
Who tried to explain
The scalding rain
Swept down the drain.
‘Twas called mundane,
Yet she’ll maintain
Her lasting bane.
Considered insane,
She got profane
And tried to refrain,
In absolute pain
Her utter disdain.
She’d only complain
With nothing to gain.
Nor way to contain
The broken chain
Once used to detain
Or harshly restrain
‘Cause others do ordain
The tiniest of grain
From a faulty brain
That cannot abstain
On paper plain
With blue-lined stain
Naught meant to pertain
Lest bother retain
As all is in vain.
So I’m going to read
Ecclesiastes
All over again.
Ciera S. Louise c. February 3, 2009