More Poems

I've posted another poem which I feel needs more work, though it will not get any anytime soon. This poem was inspired by a friend and her unmitigated enthusiasm in the use of the word sundry. It also can claim some ancestry from a work by Patrick Leigh Fermor who quite simply has the most obnoxious and indefatigable palate for, well, words+.

I would also like to direct your attention to the ultimate word of the second line in the fourth stanza. Let's check those dictionaries. There is nothing quite as thrilling as being able to confound the majority of your readership (all 5 of you) with a dull, 5-letter word which sounds like you should have learned it in 5th grade*. How did I do it? Well of course I cheated. Is it onomatopoetic? Nope, it's British.

*in actuality there may be many things more exciting than this, including but not limited to: free climbing, sky diving, snorkeling, dueling with sabers, mud-wrestling, and eating lunch. What is unique in this instance is not simply the excitement derived from such an activity but also the accompanying feeling of superiority.

+any other inspirations? Try going to an American bar.