My fascination with nonsense continues…

Without a flaw, the world would yaw,
and capsize on its inflection.

Without a flaw, your perfect jaw,
would jut in the wrong direction.

Without a flaw, the sea would saw,
and cut through superstition.

To be at awe, through thick and thaw,
is thy predilection.

The flaw is real. It's like a keel,
on a ship of its own disruption.

So if perchance, you're flawed at dance,
enter the competition.

Quick on the draw, with pen strokes raw,
a dice for the right diction.

There oughta be a law against a flaw,
in common sense perception.

But law is law and flaw is flaw,
once married become perfection.

Copyright 2009 © Ronald W. Hull

8/15/09