Catastrophe of Category - An Original Poem
Beach towns reside along the beach line, they say,
But who are they to so say about this town.
This town is not that town, what a catastrophe of category.
Are all bald men bald?
I would fear to hope, no no, I fear to fear.
All woods have grain, well said to say.
But are all grainy woods the same?
Even truth spoken in truth can betray anything but the truth.
So thus unfolds to us the deeper truth,
That the truth truly said is a lie.
This town is this town, what a melody of remedy.