As inadequate as it seems incommensurate, there’s
a scheme afoot which, by fair means or foul, deems
some words too niggardly for use in poetry; given in
jest an incentive to be wickedly ‘Wordsworthian’ I’m
mortar & pestling something that neatly measures -
and whether that bests the challenge rests easily in
my ears, so here y’ are Jack Bobrick, greedily read,
if you’ve the energy, and digest this feast of fantasy
But I digress, there’s definitely poetry wherever the
words used invoke any of six senses, altho’ maybe
its best to stick to five we recollect & rest easy with;
and I guess it would be incommensurate of me too,
without inadequately expressing it, to say - Hey ho,
Merry Christmas to y’all - and a Happy New Year…
© 15 December 2016, I. D. Carswell
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