poet2rhyme4tommorrow

Our refrigerator ought to be declared a Superfund site...


whereat the subsequent lines

lack any relation to the title
but like most every poetic endeavor
immediately becomes tangential
re: irrelevant to main subject of discussion,
digressing to unrelated points
characteristic of my trademark
swiftly styled and harried tailored,
and failing to return to original idea

with embedded symbolic logic
to better confuse the unsuspecting reader
which remaining written material
best understood after quaffing inxs of xylite
a liquid hydrocarbon
found in crude wood spirits,
or it can describe fossilized wood
that resembles brown coal
a natural sweetener
about 60% as sweet as sugar
often used in sugar-free foods
and beverages, such as chewing gum,
candies, and mouthwashes
distributed as door prizes
after elbow grease applied
leaving the inside
of the refrigerator

spick and span.

 

Not one square inch
of the once pristine

inside fridge no longer white

the wife begs to differ, whereby

even the pestiferous vermin
did protest and unite

against the glop and goo,

plus she claims

to be selectively color blind,

and thus defers her husband (me)
to tend to arduous

back breaking task tonight

since she knows how much

I like to bend over,

but actually on my hands and knees
while reaching with scrub daddy
(courtesy the famous cleaning influencer
Auri Kananen strong as an ox
a professional cleaner from Finland
popularized and touts said product),
but yours truly experiences back pain
that radiates to the sacral lumbar,

(and thus while reduced to crawling,
maneuvering left and right

on all fours, or tabletop position
I pray for Mary Poppins) quite
who hopefully can catch

the next umbrella express outright

and show up before night,
where dark shadows from
the outer limits of the twilight zone
within the bishopric of the king,
there once a pawn a time

accorded quite a bit of might

and as his mentor
lived a tarnished knight
essentially his incognito
cause at heart he claimed to be a Jacobite

stood about 182.88 centimeters in height
a rather diminutive chap,

and the proud papa

who never liked to quit
despite being diagnosed
with Parkinson\'s disease
a chronic, progressive neurological disorder
characterized by accumulation
of a protein called
alpha-synuclein in the brain
where respected researchers
suggests that alpha-synuclein
may trigger an autoimmune response,
leading to the destruction of brain cells

since questions arose about his death

a funeral director, a forensic archaeologist
or anthropologist, a medical professional
(like a forensic pathologist),
an Environmental Health Officer (EHO),
or a specialized exhumation firm,
depending on the circumstances
and jurisdiction his body electric
exhumed from gravesite

exhibiting more than one odd tick,
and new breakthroughs did excite
the biomedical engineers
discovered his essential tremors
perfectly synchronized

with Foucault\'s pendulum

and thus allowed, enabled,
and provided an excellent opportunity
for the author of these words
to surpass his prior appellation

linkedin to questionable supposition

he got erroneously hashtagged
and mistakenly reported
by Walter Leland Cronkite
an American broadcast journalist
who served as anchorman
for the CBS Evening News
from 1962 to 1981
unwittingly and accidentally uttered a faux pas

back in the day as idiot savant
now referred to as savant syndrome
or, in some contexts, autistic savant
nevertheless when here along,

he did rank (cull) as king of blatherskite.