Colin F. Jones

THE KETTLE AND THE POT

His nonsensical sophistry was his repulsive dilemma
That rumbled and threatened like a terrible tremor.
But like all hollow boulders and occasional balloons,
He blew himself up and went out with a boom.
So impulsive, unconnected, with reservation extinct:
With such absence of reasoning, ‘twas difficult to think.
But he acted the part of the casuist scholar
Without changing his hat, his beard, and his collar.
Unreasonable, unsound, illogical, and false,
His determined reactions made only on impulse.
Yet we pretentiously love him and call him a friend
Because we think he cannot, this truth, comprehend.
Yet he of all people knows better than most,
For of his own self he is truly the host.