Word-Slinging

The wordsmith’s art is a game of chance, Where meanings dance and ideas trance. A deft hand wields the pen with grace A subtle symphony, a nimble chase. From arcane whispers, and secrets told, To audacious strokes, both bold and old. An amiable muse, with a gentle heart, Inspiring words that tear apart. A clandestine plot, a cunning scheme, With boisterous laughs and jovial gleam. Words ebb and flow, a vibrant tide, Capricious, and whimsical, they cannot hide. Some dance with flair, with eloquent might, While others fade, ephemeral in the light. An egregious error, a poignant plea, An insidious plot, a symphony. We seek the luminous, the serendipitous find, A moment of joy, to soothe the mind. With cunning wit and a sly remark, A raucous laugh, a playful spark. Through boisterous humdingers, and shenanigans, A wistful sigh, or a sweet, mawkish stance. The playwright’s art, a dance so grand, A poignant twist, with a skilful hand. Let us savour this exquisite game, Where words intertwine, an artful flame. So open your heart, let language soar, The play of words, forever!