Recherché poetic themes stock in trade of yours truly

No surprise, rhyme nor reason,

I tease out extraordinary threads,

sometimes deliberately writing
about current calendar day or season

for instance today July 28th, 2020

another hazy, hot, and humid summer day

and so what if I proclaim oust
Glenn Eric "Hurricane,"

that would be meteorological treason.

He (aforementioned
storied weather forecaster)

within Philadelphia metropolitan area
gets paid big bucks

and undoubtedly clucks

all self important
wears his outsize ego ranking deluxe

commandeering all his ducks

they line up pronto courtesy Drake

who doth josh regarding,
especially when climate change in flux,

and prediction turns out

unlike what got forecast.

Aside from tapping into

unusual poetic subjects to boot

I also attest one
garden variety generic ole coot,

i.e. me tends to wander off course
go ahead and ask if I give hoot

but speculate I house unique flair

that thus far literary endeavor

DID NOT generate any loot

moost likely (strong possibility)
fingers and toes kept crossed
posthumous fame and fortune will prevail

great expectation would NOT necessarily
be rendered null and void moot

since surviving spouse

and deux darling grown daughters
(humble dada his figurative horns he doth toot.

Anyway the eldest lives in Oakland, California

an avid runner keeping her wits thenceforward,

whereby youngest resides in Bend, Oregon,

the former more so emotionally scarred,

nevertheless both cherished offspring, I regard

both unwittingly, unintentionally, and undeservedly
"hoisted overboard with papa's petard"

subsequently any altruistic endowment

best done anonymously courtesy philanthropist

perhaps her/his superfluous disposable income

he/she seeks willingly to discard.

Without fanfare for common man,

(one modest fellow) ofttimes

experiences brilliant concluding verse

poetic pièce de résistance terse

valiantly trying to nurse

semblance of grandeur despite

feeble minded and lame effort to craft

aforementioned dead on arrival

lofty ambition I now curse

Hence back to figurative drawing board

after yours truly tried

initially, excitedly, and animatedly

describe his penchant to ford

treacherous humdrum blandness

rather more often than not,
nonetheless I resign myself

here on in follow drinking gourd

I blithely ignored
(and got lost someplate
within the Milky Way)

foolhardiness to hitch

metaphorical wagon to star
anchored and securely moored

now think of favorite author

whom even after death roared

to stellar renown scored
unanimous raving plaudits
(creative, innovative, and provocative)

aside from yours truly

utter embarrassment, he leans toward.