An Ode

Ho, let us advance!
Attend! they've arrived, merry minstrels for you;
if thou know'st the verse, prithee intone too!
Clasp thine hands together, if thou feel'st the urge
whilst we usher ye through yon monkey dirge!

Ah, DK! The Donkey Kong!
The leader of his league, awash in renoun
return'd thus, triumphantly, to raze the town!
His sinewy bow he loosens in volleys;
petition heavens above he ne'er loosens it on thee!
Quite massive, quite rapid, and formidable too
he heralds the approach of th' DK troupe!
O!

DK! The Donkey Kong!
O, DK! Lo, Donkey Kong is here!
Hark well of yon Kong and her fine deportment;
she selects her form from a great assortment!
Nimble and dainty as her bodice's blossom
her waltzes thru wind are a sight most awesome!
Th' lord to which she'll wedded be
shall find a fine match in the Lady Tiny!
Huzzah!

O, DK! The Donkey Kong!
A graceless ape quite lacking in charms
yon Kong oft rotates or extends his arms!
He's a face so queer th'art rumors around
that he contorts his frame to keep it press'd to th' ground!
A jester at heart and his dignity moot
he'll preform any trick to th' tune of a lute!
Anon!

DK! The Donkey Kong!
O, DK! Lo, Donkey Kong is here!
Praise be the reprise of a lad so decorated;
to grace our stage again yon Kong is elated!
Behold, in the rafters, his soaring feats;
ev'ry stunt a delight to groundlings and elites!
But if his sabres are drawn, best flee the theatre
for he'll smite the unworthy like a Holy Crusader!
Amen!

O, DK! The Donkey Kong!
Now at last introduc'd is this fine, hulking fellow:
ferrous and fierce, with a fearsome bellow!
His foes shriek shriller, lest they wisely flee
but are yet are struck by a boulder, slung with relative ease!
Yon Kong thunders on, lumb'ring feet meet the earth;
if thou fear'st his stature, then neglect not his girth!
More monst'rous than monkey; more beast than baboon
it inspires his ire to malign our sweet tunes!

Anon, Cranky, escort us to thine pantry!
Ales and stews with herbal scents
pies and loaves both florid and dense!
O, yea!
Ales and stews with herbal scents
Pies and loaves both florid and dense!
Yea, verily!

Some Hendecasyllables

Oh, you who long for legacy and canon,
wish for a name engraved in grains of marble:
pass not your lives away in sheltered stillness,
pass not your days with idle hands and notions.

Hold firm conviction, steady aspiration,
airtight the seal of your eager ambition.
For what value alone, musing stargazers,
does yearning vision have but vain fantasy?

Where is there passion in idle apathy,
except for in the deepest of delusion,
where one abandons visions they've incited,
full-sprung ex animo, but left short-sighted?

So rally instead, parents of brainchildren,
Your proudest creations, that they might become
Your finest heirlooms, standing monumental.
And through this labor, may it always hold true:

That the spirits of words survive eternal
For longer by far than the breaths they’re borne on.