Clamp, crumple, jumble, clash.
Plump, pilfer, globule, brash.
Dimwit, sphincter, clasping, plinked.
This poem means nothing, but it sure sounds distinct!
Clamp, crumple, jumble, clash.
Plump, pilfer, globule, brash.
Dimwit, sphincter, clasping, plinked.
This poem means nothing, but it sure sounds distinct!
Filed under Poems
Tagged as Humor, Meaningless, Phonetics, Poetry, Postaday, Satisfying, Weird
I have a superstition
That words need no definition
But merely a satisfying sound,
Like “Trickle” and “Thresh,”
“Conniption” and “Flesh.”
Yes these satisfying words do abound.
I like “Snort.”
I like “Port.”
I like “Weasels.”
I like “Pox,”
“Socks,” and “Fox.”
I like “Measels.”
On the other hand
I’ve got words to be banned
From our language on my watch,
Such as “Sixth,” “Dork,” and “Squat,”
“Squirt,” “Sphere,” and “Kumquat,”
And especially “Fecund” and “Crotch.”
So those are some words
That, much like the birds,
Fly through my head day to day.
Do you you have some, dear?
If so, I’d love to hear!
If not, I’ll just be on my way.
Filed under Poems, To the Reader
Tagged as Enjoyment, Icky, Poetry, Satisfying, Words