If I hark at Always a blaring, Mayhaps it's a tympan's bass, My wailing starts right away; And - I ain't familiar with why. If a playing artist asks: 'In which way, Sir, is this tympan's bass - mayhaps this blaring - this stirring?' - I still ain't familiar with why. Was it as in days far by A pal did play a tympan's bass With lavishly fab skills? Alas, I still didn't grasp why
College poetry by Peter Pegs