My axioms were so clean-hewn,
The joins of ‘thus’ and ‘therefore’ neat
But, I admit
Life would not fit
Between straight lines
And all the cornflowers said was ‘blue’
All summer long, so blue.
So when the sea came in and with one wave
Threatened to wash my edifice away
I let it.
[First discovered and posted back in 2002, but oft quoted since.]