I poeticize, proselytize Punctuate and pontificate. I write couplets and rhymes And I really do it all the time. I exacerbate and exaggerate With no desire to intimidate. I make similes and metaphors Indoors and even out of doors.
There’s cussing and discussion And sharp literary impressions Through diversions, conversions Allusions as well as conclusions. And with luck, no delusions. Just syllabically deft fusions Of some deferential references With a deft touch of reverence.
I rhyme thyme with fresh lime And cardamom with cinnamon. Sweetbreads and shortbreads. Chicken bones and licking scones. Rhyming pumpkins with dumplings And matching up filets with filberts Just as cocoa goes well with Kona. Marmalade can be a good marinade.
I rhyme chrome wheels and automobiles, Freeway off-ramps and Tiffany lamps. Cellophane and vintage airplanes. Flapper vamps and streetwalking tramps. Also Cinderella coaches and cockroaches, Nothing is unfair game to a busy poet. As well as RCA Victors and boa constrictors. Since I’m a poet, everyone should know it.