"Colorless green ideas" [quasi-shi]
Colorless green ideas sleep furiously
tintless blue propositions drowse in dolor
cacophonous silent thoughts declaim deleriously
how colorlessness is the basis of every color
the inkpot being virtual appears bottomless
though the meaning-fount being vagrom prove abstruse
if the flower's aroma remains when the stem stands petalless
would the engine drone on for the sake of a vague caboose?
Thanks to Ron Silliman for introducing me (however late in the game) to the classic Noam Chomsky sentence.