Miss la la's leap from bible verse to modern verse.

Casual as a sumptuary law,
Miss la la is comfortably

clothed in her refusal to speak
the pluperfect, or God forbid,

the imperfect. Now, totally
dependent on her use of morphemes,

she spins from the ceiling of the Baptistry
embarrassing the cloister nuns

with a lust for her revealing
lexicon: her enclitic suffix

barely attached, her accusative
inflections unwept and unproffered. Please

forgive the desuetude of her semantics.
Though every detail is open to analysis,

her own smirk is by far
the most reasonable form of prosody.