I’m drunk on words, not fermented vine,
I whip into order stanza spilling lines
– drink enjoyed, halt at glass or two,
inspiration harried before bidding adieu.
Words waltz, carousing nouns at play,
alliterative rhymes, verb-vibrating array;
rigorous, restless my poetry workshop,
though bedded, alter-ego doesn’t stop.
Nocturnal ideas inspire creative chaos:
Rhyming Dictator, machina ed-deus!
Dictionaries ransacked, robbed hoard,
definitions redefined – drunk as a lord!
Poet not pedant, rhyme-bought rounds,
battered bon-viveur with crooked crown;
heroine-wife frequently saves the day,
forensic corrector, my teeth grind away.
Cruel critic, other women also take turn,
verbally conspire – poet’s cheeks burn;
How they frustrate, picky grammarians!!
Just try taming this rollicking contrarian!
image: poet’s wife proof-reading poetry booklet: