Who Needs Words
I’ve often wondered what to say
or how to speak when words would stray,
a gesture served to save the day
when simple words would slip away.
I’ve often floundered when I've spoke
or tried to tell a bawdy joke...
it pays for words to wear a yoke
instead of trying to provoke.
I've often blathered tongue-in-cheek
with wordiness that seemed unique
and thought my wit was rather chic...
though knew it nonsense, so-to speak.
I've often blundered when upset
by saying something I’d regret
and wished I had a safety net...
a muted state was better yet.
And though I find it so absurd
that jibber gets my jabber stirred...
when rhetoric goes undeterred,
I often wonder, who needs words.
Host: Mark Toney
Marathon Contest mile 8
6-24-22
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2022
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