Rubbery Words
This one
takes a little explanation....
I started writing down
interesting words that rolled off the tongue in a fun, rubbery manner. Words
like lugubrious, ubiquitous
(thanks, Liz!), gyration and erudite are
examples of words that deserve a spin around the block. As I wrote this
words, I tried to put them all into a small poem. The "rubbery"
words I found are bolded for your visual and linguistic
pleasure. If are curious, go here
to
determine any pesky definitions.
Have fun.
My vocation, a barker, a man with a spiel
To separate people from wisdom with zeal
By lining my pocket with all their cash money
I pleaded; I pandered but was always funny
"The Congolese lanolin cures all my ills
When applied very liberally with porcupine quills
The viscous albumen, its translucent sheen
Makes avulsions and hickeys the best they have been
My malleable sinews, their rebound and size
Are resulting from applications made to their hide
This wonderful ointment, with restorative bliss
Allows me to be someone other than this"
A man doddered towards me, wincing
with pain
His arm swollen sideways, he walked with a cane
His carbuncle angry, a crimson spaldeen
Taut and protruding, the worst that you've seen
"This man cannot cure this," he shouted aloud
He probed at the boil, aghast was the crowd
I drizzled on ointment, added a circular wipe
His arm became healed, I continued my hype
My golden tongue narrative fixated locals
Looking stately and learned, complete with bifocals
Caesura-laced falsehoods, jam-packed innuendo
And tossed in some Latin for a classy crescendo
Placebo? Of course not! A phantasm bubble?
Denials akimbo, ‘twas not worth the trouble
Syncopating my rhythm, I claimed that the salve
Would solve, fix or heal anything thing that they have
Epiphanies dripping, I worked up a lather
And reached out with both hands, their money to gather
Was really tubed manna, this ointment, this lotion
Gave strength the cuckolds, affirmed would get motion
Obfuscation my primer,
I directed the crowd
To embrace all my precepts, assume and be cowed
My unctuous style peaking, I looked to the sky
And claimed that this merchandise was ready to buy.
I sold tonnage that day, two tons the day after
I hid cash in my bloomers, which brought fits of laughter
I skulked out at sunrise, furtive glances emitted
I left town well-monied, my fortunes have shifted
Regret was not present, and no vacillation
The dear naïve townsfolk bought a smooth-skinned vacation
The potion was harmless, a pharmacist’s dream
Was lard, and vanilla and some heavy cream
I grabbed the first plane out, I needed a rest
I need to lay low, maybe Cali, perhaps Pest
So I took off a season, until semblance returning
To thoughts apoplectic, opportunity burning
My exile now waning, the subpoena I fear
In ramshackle prisons, specious lifestyle I hear
My next product offering, it simply can’t wait
Selling used Kurdish boomerangs that only fly straight
