[Lightning Bug]

West Chester
(after Blake's London)

I found a conference ill beset,
near where the Brandywine does flow,
then read upon the internet
posts of “wtf?!”, and, “NOoo!”.

For every “why” from every man,
and every student volunteer,
for every query ‘bout the ban
refined, forced platitudes they hear.

Now the barren Xanadu
the sickly sonneteer appalls,
and the rondeau rhymers ruin
rasps in doom down conference halls.

But most on internets one hears
how now’s disdain may morrow curse
with plague on newborn forums’ years,
and set a’roll the Formal hearse.