Addicted To Words

Addicted to words, I take them on walks I play Scrabble, Dabble, and crossword puzzles too I spend hours with pen, paper, ink and chalks. Words on my sidewalk, written in the soul of my shoe. I flip through the dictionary at least three times a week. Addicted to meanings, context, to words I must peek. What is wrong with you? My husband asks, feeling forlorn. I have no idea. But I know I am totally word-born. Addicted to words, I spend hours and hours each day. Playing word games, creating poetry, tossing words every which way. Addicted to words, I read at least three books a week. Loving dribble, and fibble, and credo and freak. Words make me smile, hop, laugh, roll and sing. Words are my world. More welcome more than any other thing. They are my companion, my lover, my food and best friends. We will probably not even notice when the outside world ends. I cannot put words out of my mind more than a few seconds a day. To me they are fun, exciting. I need to have so much word play. My muses love adjectives, adverbs, and funny information too. Without this addiction, I simply do not know what I would do!