Confessions of a Liberal Puritan

I never should have let myself read that web-page on Romanesque and Gothic church architecture yesterday, because this morning I can't concentrate on my sermon until I get this re-write off my chest. I think I need serious psychiatric help to get over this compulsion to make horrible rhymes.


In medieval times, prayerful reflections
Issued in immense erections --
Cathedrals of a Gothic bent,
Whose glories could not stand unaided
(No pre-stressed concrete, steel up-graded).
All that bulge and thrust once concentrated
On groined vaults must be dissipated,
So flying buttresses they did invent --
An external rafter.( Read more... )

Yes, I'm a sick, sick puppy. But I'm determined to merit the title of bloody awful poet, someday, even if it drives my friends nuts in the meantime.