WORDS
Well – we can all enjoy words
you can – if you can
We can all weasel-out words
Straight from the can
Some words stink – garbage
Some words are fragrant
Perfume-bottled – and nicely arranged
Dousing the road-side vagrant
He won’t appreciate the gesture
‘cause your superior dousing stinks
As far as he is concerned “don’t
Cover me with your rhyme-word links”
Words are starting to go astray here
Having introduced the negative
Get them back on the track of acceptability
And let them loose on the delicate
Words can be wholesome and pure
These words appear – from a pure heart
Appearing from hearts set-apart
Mouths speak-‘em-out in exhortation-art
Now excuse me I must go
I have more to say on words
But I haven’t the time just now
Must go and feed the birds
