Recherche Poetic Themes Stock In Trade of Yours Truly

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.