I think that I’ll go out and play
with the words that are in my head.
They peck at me both night and day
even when I am in bed.
My various moods, they do discern
whether joyous or downright pitiful
and stack their roster carefully
to make my rest most… fitiful?
So when peckish I will meet
toothsome, sweet and yummy
but when disheartened I’m sure to find
dire dolefuls dumped upon me.
In happy times I entertain
jollitity, mirth and glee
but when I sit to write them down…
What imps! They abandon me.