Miz Quickly asks to “poem [our] favourite vice.”
Woe is me, but if I had one, t’would then be nice.
Could parse my poetics without writing a line twice.
Say my vice t’was a susceptibility towards to drink,
verses could describe how low such a person might sink,
or skewed amusingly to please the reader I do think.
Or should I be the quintessential, consummate liar,
how would you know if the truth in couplets did expire
or if veracity with verisimilitude and verity did conspire.
Should any over-spending be sumptuous wrapped in stanzas
In golden ink on gilded page, I’d lavishly describe my extravaganzas
Letting the mere reader peek at such t’would be but truly their bonanzas
But, as I am perfect, with out vice, crime, error or sin,
not much reason this prompt to consider to begin
so, shall skip to comments; see what others confess within.
Composed without recall to any vice* for November Quickly, Miz Quickly prompt: November 9, 2015
* I shall at last, at least confess to one teeny addiction
& this t’is not a piece of pure, empathetic, poetic fiction
without my coffee, whilst be difficulties with mine diction
& dealing with others, well, t’would be all sparks and friction.
© a darkened house, November 2015