Rippling Wit
Rippling Wit
My mind is not that grey
I know it all when I say;
"He's not of royal birth
"Let me toil for his mirth!"
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As I lend much time to writ
And to its rippling wit,
Niceties... this endeavour
Will it make him savour?
And lackadaisical as I trail
Would I elude to fail
In peddling this name
While Peers bask in fame?
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In Ballad and in Sonnet
Wide I cast wit's net-
In "silent" songs also
Am I not creative Calypso!
Though' scantly educated
By wit I'm inundated-
Lo! Out of murk so deep,
Pretty mermaids do creep!
Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013
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