Lexophile

I admit it. I’m a Lexophile. I’m likely on some list! If there’s a play on words somewhere, I really can’t resist. A twist of phrase, a brutal pun, or the turn of a sonnet fine, Will fill my soul with childlike bliss, be it deft or unrefined. Consonance, or assonance, or dissonance that splatters, A doggerel mess or the good bard’s best, it really doesn’t matter. Homonyms and antonyms and synonyms galore, Give the plot a wicked curve and I’ll come back for more. It is all about the words my friends and how you make them tumble. Make them smooth and honey sweet or ghastly in a jumble. I’ll take them scrambled, fried or raw, whatever you may mete, Because baby, I’m a Lexophile; a boiled egg’s hard to beat!