Poem 254 – The Tongue of Selladore

Save fortuna domus
Eswerette vlee di aarthet mool
Veexit wonton aarthas loopen
Tarex chiesa sid nor debeet
Flowee bleet ee-ah doosey.

Ameorn florn daa sai
Fleao fleexet clio meo
Aahsaah leetaar craar floo-et
Soa tor day lay loo lah.


Dear readers,

A rather strange one, I admit. It is solely a poem based on the joy of the sound of words, rather than their meaning – hence the title. It is a reference to the idea of ‘Cellar Door‘ being among the most beautiful in the English language, if we disregard semantics.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic

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