A wordsmith without words,
round without barrel,
cartridge ink oozing - without pen,
song sung - never heard,
poem forming inside head,
what is a wordsmith without words?
Twisting chamois inside my head,
squeezing like water out.
Painful as painful be,
twisty as a twisty thing can be.
Splish splash splosh,
words spilling out,
falling out scatter gun like,
bouncing - floating - spinning round,
oot me heed spout,
splish splash splosh.
Twisting chamois inside my head,
squeezing words out,
painful as painful be,
twisty as a twisty thing can be.
Nowts the bother to them,
getting oot as they do,
escaping skipping and dancing,
leaching and oozing,
yet here I stand - naked bared,
nowts the bother to them.
Twisting chamois inside my heed,
squeezing oot words not watter,
painful as painful be,
twisty as a twisty thing can be.
Ye telt me BOnKers be I,
as words left me be,
empty heed with echos now,
whats left of me?
Fading away - away - away,
BOnKers be I - maybe.
Twisting chamois inside my heed,
squeezing tight, droplets fall,
A - B - C what’s left of me,
twisty as a twisty thing can be.