I'll polish this apple and swagger, you see
My bold braggadocio fills me with glee
I'm comfortable thus, like a daisy in grass
My smile an emollient to those who pass.
My dress is not fussy, I'm not one to give
A humble appearance, I'd rather just live.
Though death may be imminent, I'm not afraid
My life is pure jazz, syncopated parade.
I'll kibble my conscience, reduce it to powder
My luminous words moving brighter and louder
To end on a note of an ominous sound
Like a pure polished pebble, so lustrous and round.
Don't quibble with me, for my wit is not rusty
I'll sashay through life for I'm tough, and I'm trusty
Oh, how untoward are those violet flowers!
Throw open the window, and cast them in showers -
While a xylophone trills out a fine youthful phrase
I'll waltz in a zebra skin coat; though my days
May be numbered, I'll roll up my life in one ball
Of fieriest passion: I'll give it my all.
A contest entry
- Word Bank for Your Enjoyment by Judith Chandler.
600 points, ended September 4, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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Verse (!) 3
Is just the best. Very rounded and polished xx big mwah
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Your approach to this word bank is both logical and poetic though you didn't follow instuctions to the letter! I asked you to pick 15 out of this alphabetical list but let's not quibble as one of my words has it.
Enjoyed the allusion to Andrew Marvell at the end. I think that's who it is. My memory of the Metaphysical Poets is rusty.
Thank for your entry.
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