Poem

The Structure of an Argument

Hoydens blither endlessly, forming lineaments with their words
Expostulating with triangles, circles, squares, and octagons
Words transformed into appurtenances to build a structure

The forgotten polygons are extant in a hoyden's vocabulary
Leavened from their resting place in the minds of the masses
To support the base from collapsing

Fickle triangles and circles are soon deployed then deplored
They work only to destroy the work of the polygons
While their older siblings pyramids and orbs watch and laugh

Once the structure is completed, it is engirdled
The conclusion barriers around the hoyden's argument
And rebukes it for its weakness and lack of reason
Surrounding it with the constant question
Why were you created?