It seemed lovely, oh mavourneen –
You won and you preened.
Yet, when such is your bailiwick –
Spreading the hate and reeling the sick –
you’re a wandering nudnik
taking in bathos and spreading disease.
My galimatias notwithstanding,
your governed approach to this whole dismantling
contains a truth you have never once known
amongst your whole opuscule – blustered, overblown.
Your stemwinders reveal all your foibles and flaws.
You actually blow all the wind in your cause,
And the ignominy you will sooner feel among laws.
Words capture and stall e’en the worst of us all.
And this apotheosis I leave in verse, the paroxysm-
I’m leaving it all uncoerced and letting them burn
in their own mixed up wurst.
For poetry gives me a hope to instill
and words are a means for spreading good will.
I wrote this in response to a challenge by Cricketmuse.
The challenge was to use a specific set of ten words in a written piece. I’m a sucker for a good sounding word. And these are probably the most unusual (real) words I’ve tried to incorporate in , as per my normal approach, a poem. I kind of like it. I hope you do too.