My Wordle
In winter deep, my daily Wordle
accords five-letter words new life
and brings a smile, if not a chortle.
So, with a smile, if not a chortle
a brief respite from worldly strife
a sojourn at etomology’s portal.
For at this age, I know I’m mortal
and life with obstacles is rife
but will five letters be my sortal?
Yet is my questing truly moral
if I resort to Rhyme Zone’s knife
shall my last gasp be ever glottal?
For if a smile if not a chortle
graces visage of kin and wife
tis my verbiage near immortal?
In winter deep, my daily Wordle
provides a momentary relief
in five letters, my daily Wordle
can bring a smile, if not a chortle.
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2022
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