No surprise, rhyme nor reason,
I tease out extraordinary threads,
sometimes deliberately writing
about current calendar day or season

for instance today July 28th, 2020
another hazy, hot, and humid summer day
and so what if I proclaim oust
Glenn Eric "Hurricane,"
that would be meteorological treason.

He (aforementioned
storied weather forecaster)
within Philadelphia metropolitan area
gets paid big bucks
and undoubtedly clucks
all self important
wears his outsize ego ranking deluxe

commandeering all his ducks
they line up pronto courtesy Drake
who doth josh regarding,
especially when climate change in flux,
and prediction turns out
unlike what got forecast.

Aside from tapping into
unusual poetic subjects to boot
I also attest one
garden variety generic ole coot,
i.e. me tends to wander off course
go ahead and ask if I give hoot
but speculate I house unique flair
that thus far literary endeavor

DID NOT generate any loot
moost likely (strong possibility)
fingers and toes kept crossed
posthumous fame and fortune will prevail
great expectation would NOT necessarily
be rendered null and void moot
since surviving spouse
and deux darling grown daughters
(humble dada his figurative horns he doth toot.

Anyway the eldest lives in Oakland, California
an avid runner keeping her wits thenceforward,
whereby youngest resides in Bend, Oregon,
the former more so emotionally scarred,
nevertheless both cherished offspring, I regard

both unwittingly, unintentionally, and undeservedly
"hoisted overboard with papa's petard"
subsequently any altruistic endowment
best done anonymously courtesy philanthropist
perhaps her/his superfluous disposable income
he/she seeks willingly to discard.

Without fanfare for common man,
(one modest fellow) ofttimes
experiences brilliant concluding verse
poetic pièce de résistance terse
valiantly trying to nurse

semblance of grandeur despite
feeble minded and lame effort to craft
aforementioned dead on arrival
lofty ambition I now curse

Hence back to figurative drawing board
after yours truly tried
initially, excitedly, and animatedly
describe his penchant to ford
treacherous humdrum blandness
rather more often than not,
nonetheless I resign myself

here on in follow drinking gourd
I blithely ignored
(and got lost someplate
within the Milky Way)
foolhardiness to hitch
metaphorical wagon to star
anchored and securely moored

now think of favorite author
whom even after death roared
to stellar renown scored
unanimous raving plaudits
(creative, innovative, and provocative)
aside from yours truly
utter embarrassment, he leans toward.