A pasquinade in the promenade

Was displayed on a banner unfurled

Albeit frayed and somewhat dismayed

The pages were bent and some curled


Belittle this riddle if you assuredly must

Old Oxford is heavy with heart

Be sure there’s a cure with something you trust

If you know not where you can start


Each page an ocean of wordy-pot devotions

It clamors with meanings detailed

Expand the mind or leave it behind

Let not your imagination be derailed


Might I suggest some Quotidien tea

Before your journey sets sail?

For if the hounds are loose

You may find a goose


Or a poet just chasing his tale




:)
Smiley Moon






Dedicated to Ms Cherry of Oz