The Rapture When Reading Aloud

The Rapture When Reading Aloud

though strictly Fermi, and oh...(en Rico) plus sun

dre other parvenues, a rapture

surges thru me,

when audibly communicating, enunciating,
and speaking English words

as if hi ken run

a marathon, or zip to the moon,
(take as cheesy tong in cheek)

from this pun
gent, who relishes reading for my eyes and ears

asper myself, which purported nun

sense ink reese sees learn'n

den earn an award,

especially wash'n black board
den breathing intelligent dust

from eraser head could awk cord,

I utter Hieronymus Bosch, bing enamored,
and aye actually confess

tubby a model United Nations chimp

pan zee, and/or other

type of survey monkey hook can huff ford

Old Rotten Gotham horde

sliding down into the behavioral sink...

exclaiming "oh me jack lord"

and getting rescued then getting less on,

sans get'n taut how (muss elf George Eliot)

tubby comb moored

flossed, milled, and taut

tubby trained for Operation Ready Date

by a coop pull oof oot standing chap,
named Adam West, who poured

salty epithets (reminding me, as they roared
that life iz brutal, short and nasty),

part tickly ne'r the end

wharf hew scored
and majority got de toured

until emotionally, physically,

and spiritually enlightened

By Rabindranath Tagore and Burt Ward.