the wordsmith
in my youth i sought to ponderon the smithying of word
through lexis would mind wander
feeling erudite, assured,
and light, though soft,
as oft as naught,
on fancy flights absurd
how i wondered
till exhausted
if all wigglers must wear wigs
or if gales of ribald giggles
came from frogs
impaled on gigs
and those negatives
ne're positive
gave one cause to seek the truth
of why one's never trepid
nor possessed
of blessed couth
i fear as age o'er takes me
and i lose my nimble wit
or my lunacy quite breaks free
or my faculties just quit
i'll find it fun
to parse a pun
and have intended it
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