A Poem by Warnu Rakorn

Utter Randomness
a poem by Jedi Council Member Warnu Rakorn

There are few things in life more random than me,

As I expect that you will soon see.

This poem’s topic, as the title suggests,

Is all about randomness—the best of the best.

When the lylek cries out a weak shriek to the moon,

And the uglificator eats from a blue spoon,

That is the day when the sea stones will blow

In the shabby rich quarters of Master Shor To!

From the trees of Anoat comes a shocking new lie

That the horns of the Zabrak are yellow and fly

And the eyes of the Wookiees are silvery-blue

And the beaks of the humans number ‘bout fifty-two.

Persuaded or not, you must accept this one truth,

That all rhymes have an end, like the tail of the krooth

This is the end, 'cos my voice is quite hoarse.

Sorry. My apologies. Insincere ones, of course.

Warnu Rakorn
Jedi Master of the Council

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