I find thee apt, And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on lethe warf, Wouldst thou not stir in this.

The internet will not work
So I must rely on the lexicon in my mind
To work out what lethe warf might signify. Is it the edge of death?
I know people in lethe sleep –
Is it like the River Styx somehow?
And what is this plant, this weed
That grows on a warf?
Why dull? It would seem that a plant with roots that will not stir
Is a sturdy plant, a reliable plant –
One that will not be blown about by wind or wave.
But whatever this mystery plant is
It is not a favorite of this ghostly king.

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