Old King James...are you to
Blame for lack of rays
Into cold rooms where
Monks, scribes, carved
Their names
For lack of shame,
Want for warmth...
How many phrases...
The scribble of shivers,
Not corrected for
Future Dead Sea
Scholars who toss a
Coin in meaning for
A word, a letter...
Fodder for present
Central-air halls.
Old King James, you
Are to blame for torching
The future with
Freezing monks and
Sneezing scribes.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-king-james-humor/
