Wordplay

I got an absurd amount of pleasure out of writing that poem yesterday. More specifically- out of rhyming. J'adore le rhyme. Et le trying to speak in Romance languages. So- while eating lunch today, I came up with these couplets. They don't mean anything- I just picked words I like and strung them together. (Hey- it's Friday, for crying out loud!) I've included my comments.

Lemur curtsey Soddy-Daisy
Husbandman hot toddy hazy

[Soddy-Daisy is a place- a town in Tennessee. I saw it in an atlas as a kid and the name cracked me up. Someday, I'm going to go there. Additional note: the term "husbandman" for a farmer has always intrigued me. How did a farmer and a woman's spouse get the same name?"]

Jackdaw science bossanova
Gimcrack hoarfrost come on ova

[Ova, ovum, ovary- all of those egg-words seem slimy on my tongue. But bossanova- now THAT word makes me feel very 60's- like I should have a cocktail in one hand and a long cigarette holder in the other.]

Truffle umlaut fleur-de-lis
Borage kumquat ginkgo tree

[Umlaut. Gotta love articulation markings. If Middle Sis is reading: "Ja, und I am Gretel."]

Harried brusque gesticulation
Global circumnavigation

[I read an article with 'global circumnavigation' in it and was determined to use it.]

Friar onomatopaea

xenophobic logorrhea

[Oh Lawdy- I can't stop.]

Slippy drippy droopy whee

rogue brogue vogue please someone stop me

Bottom line- I really like words and sounds. Maybe I'm meant to be a linguist next?

Ode to the Month

I do not like you, February.

You’re dark and cold and quite contrary.

You thaw and freeze and ice and blow.

You live on sleet and dirty snow.

Why tear the groundhog from his den,

Just to watch him go back in?

Why soil the name of Good Valentine

With chalky hearts that say “Be mine?”

Your chocolate’s cheap, you February!

All shiny foil and teddy bear-y.

My calendar’s squares all are blanks,

“Relax a bit,” I sigh with thanks.

But that’s a lie that March has sent,

Just turn the page and bam! It’s Lent.

March- hold on, I’ll get to you!

I’ve got a few choice words to spew.

You bluster and whine and rain in drams,

Then dress it up in lions & lambs.

Oh, bitter months, I shall decry

Another name to call ye by.

I’ll put you both ‘neath one brusque arch

And declare that you are… Farch!

This onomatopaeic name

Is suited to your dual ill-fame.

Ha-ha! I farch in your direction.

It gives me low-brow satisfaction.

I giggle, chortle, and guffaw-

It feels good to clear my craw.