Not Assessed

Deft in folly, 

he's lacking wonder;

the banana peel,

"There!"

Is he to blunder? 

Poor Child, 

'tis a trance;

the echo sounds,

"Please!"

Has he lost the Dance? 

Eyes averted, 

the ears connected.

Relative cubes, 

to be respected. 

Etch a soul,

out of silence;

and in the dark,

find compliance.

For the warning

is dismissed:

a fleeting pirouette,

"Crash!"

The spiral rekissed.

Thank'ee, thank'ee,

ye mystress wonder;

Humpty hath fallen again,

indeed, another blunder.