I am a simple plain-speaking man;
No fancy words for me;
I find the words close at hand;
Not in the dictionary.

I know the four dollar words quite well;
I’m not afraid of them;
I know the meaning and can spell,
On that you can depend.

It’s just that I have always found
The simpler words will do;
I don’t need a multi syllabic noun;
The short ones seem more true

I hope you never think me dim,
Or that I cannot think;
Because my verbiage doesn’t throw in
All but the kitchen sink.

I like those blunt old Saxon words;
They’re like a hammer blow.
I won’t be like the common herd
And flaunt my knowledge so.

I think as deep as other folk,
I ponder what and why;
I just prefer words that poke
You right between the eyes.

Shakespeare had a certain gift,
He wrote such elegant lines.
Teachers take all day to sift
The meaning of his rhymes.

I wish I had his inborn skill
To write sonnets and much more;
I wouldn’t stop until I filled
Bookshelves by the score.

Alas, I cannot make those schemes;
My genius is much more plain;
But I can use these simple memes
To express my love again and again.

“I love you,” says it all for me.
I’ve said it only to you.
I offer these words with sincerity;
They’re simple but they’re true.