Poem -Back in the Day

  Another triumph besides not succumbing to knee surgery:  A lot of years ago, when we used to have in-depth, psyche-plumbing seminars connected to my employment, we, as a group, were given a list of words and asked to  construct a poem using all 11 words.  The words were:  symmetry, wrought, eerie, patterns, expression, barrier, closure, mystical, mechanical, foreboding, and either animalistic or bestial. We had about 10 minutes or less.  I wrote the following, and the coordinator of the session collected them (those which were completed) and read them all to the group.  She didn't know us, and when she read mine, said she believed it was written by a poet. 

Wrought with symmetry,
The eerie pattern cast
A mystical expression,
A barrier of foreboding
Allowing no closure
Between the bestial
And the mechanical. 

     I scored a high ranking here, and also in another year when we were asked to communicate with a partner using words of no more than 4 letters, (the point being to demonstrate how difficult it can be  to speak in a second language).  I must tell you that I was very good at this game too, and even now some days when I am out for a ride in my car, I find it easy to talk this way, and find it hard to stop.  So don't read this if you don't want to; you can stop any time you want. It's my blog and I'll say what I want to; I must go on.  Damn this dumb game; it's in my head now.