Impossible to Understand (My Eight-Joke Parody)

Unfast dulcimer, gavotte and bow (what the hell is a gavotte) in fall

Bah-show and his pals stroll out to gaze at the luna

In the season before autumn but after spring, petroleum-based fuel product forms the complete spectrum of colors in the drainage ditch

The clandestine affability that flows like ichor- oh, these are big words,

through the ancient structure of the obnoxious, all-out riddle

Impossible to understand in writing. "Bah-show."

He called himself, "Pineapple Tree": pineapple

After the large spiny fruit that some punk kids threw at him

maybe because they were punks and liked fucking around with fruit

Like labyrinths engraved permanently in an extremely tiny circumference.

Elliott had in his recollection so many droll witticisms

They seemed to reproduce like bacterium in a nutrient-rich breeding area

In the interior of his cerebral cortex, one so much making another

It was impossible to understand them: Within the court-culture of quips, a top pineapple.

A jest that appears at first to be a recited narrative

About God's chosen. But as the renga, -wait that's not even a real word is it- explicates

Ecclesiastical significance by moving in haphazardly floating petals

And fragile leaves that touch and decease and agonize

The volatile zephyrs that riffle the sewer gyration,

So in the jape, just below the cacophonous tune

Of Fleming, who?, Jew, what?, Walloon, huh?, a regal loyalty

Performs movement to the dulcimer, gavotte and bow- again with the gavotte?

Over the pineapple tree the luna in fall--

Unyielding constancy to a poem impossible to understand.