A Corinthian Element
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight;
Count it again if you still feel the weight.
A structure beholden by several whimpering sheep;
Counting at night, not yet taken hold of by sleep.
Closer inspection reveals an overly ordinary canon,
A Corinthian element from Greece, Rome and beyond.
Flowering fixtures catch wandering eyes’ delight;
Noticing woodwork carved great stains out of sight.
The weight of a roof it shall gracefully bestow,
From columns to capitols, up high and down low.
Of things left to ponder, why not say rooves?
A doubled up foot isn’t said hoofs, its hooves.