Verbosity is my Name
I want to write a story
But you’d be so bor-y-ed
I want to write a poem
And you’d be all ho-hum-ed 😴
I’d write you a tune
Yet you’d tune it out
Whoa is me
So I decided to write what pleases me
And they all said glory be!
Will she be verbose?
Or will we all become comatose?
So she began to write
The more she wrote
The crazier she felt
Until she saw herself sitting there
Writing about writing
Blah blah blah
Then she began to sing as she wrote
The words became a song
Verbose is the name of the game
Cringe if you must
But I will boast
That I am the most
Verbose
After a cup of coffee
They call me verbosity
That is really silly,
Don’t you think?
Is your thinking verbose?
Wow…. now THAT my friends
Is morose!
I’m done now
So I’ll say goodbye
Or is the end better?
What is the best way
To end a verbose poem
Terribly!
Ba bye all yawl!!
~RuthScribbles~
An excellent attempt at terribleness, Ruth. 🙂
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😂 thx
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I see that you’ve followed the “King & I” dictum, “Whenever I feel afraid, I scribble a happy tune, yawn an open-mouth ho-hum and suddenly I’m not blah-dy-blah verbose anymore, but merely verboten.” And more: How can the morose be forgotten: mo’ rosé in a glass please.
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Thx Doug.
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You sure have a great sense of humor!! 😂
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Still to good to qualify 🙂
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No no no!! 🤔
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😉
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Your blatant verbosity bored me to no end!! You definitely have a shot this week, Ruth!
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I don’t think Doug can be beat.
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The competition is rough this week…
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Every week. Where’s yours.
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I posted it today. Unfortunate Decision I call it.
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Found it! 😉
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You’re getting worser… or better?
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Better at worser?
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Bingo!
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So much to say, keep singing.. 😉
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I need to get back to singing. And listening to music. Not sure why I don’t. (Oh sorry, didn’t mean to get all serious.)
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