Keen
There once was a poetess with a thesaurus
As big as the Adriatic Sea
She hunted down words in her book so absurd
Then tortured the world with these
She wrote lavish poems about simple drivel
Using words unknown to you and me
Inspissating her plots so we would think she was not
The hare-brain her friends knew her to be
A plethora of words she abused along with our minds
As she wrote of the redolent roses
Why could she not say how sweet they smelled
Before she beleaguered all of our noses
Now her poems are a panoply of quintessential bliss
If you have any idea what that means
I surely do not and have no intent of learning
So for now I will say she is keen
Nice job, feel the ending needs a bit of work, but nicely put together, made me chuckle! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. Actually this is one I wrote 2 years ago when I first began writing. I was thinking the same thing that perhaps I should have used intention instead of intent.
DeleteAwesome! Love it! You are the greatest!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mike, so are you.
ReplyDeleteanother winner, wonderfully penned!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you LL ;)
Deletealways lovely Neva!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
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ReplyDeleteNow her poems are a panoply of quintessential bliss
If you have any idea what that means
I surely do not and have no intent of learning
So for now I will say she is keen
Thank you Niti
DeleteIt is good to see poets who do not ever take themselves too seriously. In Detroit at times it is like a battle royale. I thoroughly enjoyed this self deprecating piece and would have it memorized by all them who anguish over every word and then let every know of that anguish.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mark :)
DeleteRisible and thought provoking. I laugh with you, but your thoughts, so eloquently declaimed, often require my reflection. I enjoy and learn from your fine work...muy gracias,
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Thank you xoxoxoxo
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