Most of what I write is blather
That’s not meant to degrade
Just stating an honest fact
I only describe the “already” happened
As seen through this man’s eyes
It’s the happening, not the writer
Praising a paint brush for the oil
Chisel and mallet for “David”
Misplaced glory indeed!
A purveyor of hot air, a blusterer,
Pontificator of low esteem,
Scattering and tossing words to paper
Though I must say it’s a pleasure
To play wantonly with said verbiage
To rein free with words
Stumbled and slithered
Slathered and blathered
what fun what fun!!
So Mr. Webster lead on, for
I your most ardent admirer
Remain your dedicated scribe
“Bellicose, bilious, belches
From the corpulent corpse”
Lead on! lead on! .........