A Lesson In Writing

So you want to be a stellar writer, With excellent lexicon skills to boot, And Latinate action words in meter, Or nonsense jargon towardly acute. Well, don't be an unkempt fool shy of zest, Inspire that beast within you certainly, That giant of creative thoughts in your quest, Which deep inside you hanker for surely. The charade of vocabularies thus... That may morph into something beautiful, Or have vulgar verses to induce fuss, And you'd implode if you can't be truthful. In the swelter of your dangling rage, Don't oscillate around the edge of fear, Instead have patience to truly engage, Viewing a realm of darkness to cohere. And jolly is the fellow, who writes well, With poetic license to be amazing, Feeding a warped sense to a hillside swell, On towards the thistle bush that will sting! Where imagination is presented, And you yearn for a symbolic bestow, With practiced delivery intended, Painting the picture of a scenic flow. But to get the poetic juices flowing, To have flattery given where bonded, And be united in a surged telling, Of stories; borrowing from its jaded. Then untying the knot of hindrance, Bringing creative writing from its bound, Whereof you'd shine in poetic brilliance, And glitter bright, and admirers astound.