Nuisance And Nonsense Poem by John Sensele

Much to gain through meek manners
Nothing noble from deviance demeanour
Despite boisterous bravado and its banners

Sometimes stalking a miracle manor
Where by dint of effort
In the end you reap honour

Not just in your sport report
That paints you in caressing colours
As your behavior evolves in the port

Where once labelled sailors
You display in every way everyday
Traces of progress as parlours

Cleansed unpalatable language today
In your diction and in every thought
You convey in a bid to assuage on Saturday

Feelings of fractiousness to nought
Before your neck earns a dogthought.