We live in an obvious manor,
if a bit unconventional, capricious.
A well-organized, safe manor.
An easy and conversational manor.
Everyone who visits has good mannerisms.
"What manner of manor is this?" you might ask.
Our manor is in the manner of Modigliani's
milieu. This manor knows nothing of mountains,
little of macaroni, even less of mourning.
Mooching, yes. Schmoozing, even more.
Of mayhem and mealie pudding, an expert.
A man of mangoes and a man of moons talk
man-to-man in the manor about a man of manacles
and a man of mandrakes. We are a family
of manicous, munching minneolas in the mangy manor.
Jordan Sanderson is originally from Hattiesburg, MS, and earned a PhD from the University of Southern Mississippi. His poems have appeared in several online and print journals, including Madhatter's Review, DMQ Review, and Parthenon West Review. He also has poems forthcoming from Double Room and Caketrain. He currently lives in Auburn, AL, and teaches at Auburn University. He has four poems in the previous issue (Issue 9) of Mad Hatters' Review: http://www.madhattersreview.com/issue9/poetry_sanderson.shtml. And two plays in a previous issue (2.1) of Prick of the Spindle: http://www.prickofthespindle.com/drama/2.1/sanderson/the_cow.htm, http://www.prickofthespindle.com/drama/2.1/sanderson/jamaica.htm