Just Because I Love Words

I have no theme, no muse, no just cause or aim. Untouched by reason, no spark nor any flame. Yet still the words flow, kindled all the same, By the sheer love of words and the games they play. My poet's head is full of words churning within, With magnetic attraction for their next of kin, Words that describe images, thoughts, sounds therein, It's a noble cause, just because a story must begin. It's not just the lovey-dovey smoochy stuff, But words that clash, jog and jangle, huff and puff, Words that trawl up memories and a serendipitous bluff, Words that inspire a just cause in readers is just enough. I wash, rinse, and recycle what pops into my head, Creating a riddle, jingle, jangle and rhyme bedspread, That's washed, spun, and hung out to dry once it's said, To flap, taunt and jangle readers passing-by my spread.