A paradox, a paradigm, shifting sand, prismatic.
This is a house of many faces, voice, many toned.
Like Einstein meets I Love Lucy, brevity finely honed.
Faceted, a wordy mime, refractive, charismatic.
If sanity were alcohol, here we'd serve Everclear.
Ricocheting words, genres, styles, forms; mustn't assume.
190 proof uber-sanity can sound strangely queer.
Outside of the box...wait! There's no box present, in this room!
Passing out epiphanies like candy from a trolly.
Spook shows, and slap stick, and x-rated rhyme like Dr. Suess.
Sweet moralistic children's stories, just like Mother Goose.
Naughty stuff, where any pervert, can get a quick jolly.
Though the line's sharply drawn at contemplation of the noose,
Something here for everyone, a quite frolicsome folly!
For starters, that's the combination appetizer plate
I am many women, and each one carries her own quill
Belly up poetic gluttons, check the menu, get your fill
The tapestry of words I weave may even tell your fate
Peer behind the curtain, see the wizard? Who might that be?.
Travel to Xanadu, Oz, through wormholes, or Neverland.
Venture through the Quantum Froth, you never know what you'll see!
A Circus, Mardi Gras, or a big forty piece brass band!
Freeverse, blankverse, pantoum, villanelle, haiku and tanka
Specialty of the house, X-ray vision that leads to truth.
Shaken or stirred? A wedge of lemon? Sweet or dry Vermouth?
It may touch ya, scare ya, shake ya up, or even honk ya!
Whether it be etherial, or lyrical, or sometimes just uncouth!
The Candyman CAN! Oh wait a sec...that's Willy Wonka!
Gold trophy winner
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