I relish sparring repartee of clever quips...

Particularly, when voicing and/or

writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike me
rumbled stilled skin,
and e'en rouses
this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years)
among sleepers awake,
where mine inside belly
doth pleasantly ache

jollity the best medicine
most thus spoke Zarathustra,
asper nonpareil persona
American radio broadcaster
Doctor Demento would attest,
one need not buy,
nor spend real or "FAKE"
money, yet brilliant come
back (as averred by
unnamed modest chap)
sweeter than New York cheesecake

 

moist definitely more
delectable than grubstake
jamming gobstopper with
yodels, ring dings,
or mouth size edible
chocolate candied drake,

a propensity for parrying
thrusts humorously recently
adopted, though occasionally
embarrass self,

 

and perhaps I might
momentarily even forsake

such wordplay, but
honing humorous turns
of phrases come roaring
back to partake, and

appease simple pleasure
inexplicably to satiate

passion with English
Language and slake

unquenchable thirst
experiencing euphoria,
vis a vis yours truly
melding, jump/kick starting,

forging, distilling

reasonable rhyme
(albeit short lived) giddy
as if I won sweepstake

this newfound affinity
with whittling words

manifested during opaque
throes of fatherhood,
when ceaseless parental
demands sought fast break
from learning to
accommodate lest stressful
overwhelming anguish
found me undertake

king oft times frazzled state,
where among great

anonymous dead poets
society, posthumous renown

would be small consolation
for widowed missus,
whose then two little girls,
(now grown to womanhood)
would inconsolably shake

for ever and anon drowning
their sweet sorrows,
where profuse tears
engender lachrymose lake.