A poem by Beverly Stock.
Is it true? I’m running late?
Should I then absquatulate(1)?
Is that indeterminate(2)?
I can’t tell and can not wait.
Or, is this just attic salt(3)?
Running late? Which I am not!
No, I am writing my assault,
Rhythmically, as a gavotte(4).
There before me, is the band,
Each blowing horns, held in hands
Sounds like a callithumpian(5),
Best eviternity(6) I‘ve had.
By pure impracticality(7),
This poem might seem too trite.
A gobemouche’s(8) question-
“Was my thesaurus use all right?”
(1) Leave somewhere abruptly
(2) Phrase grammatically ambiguous
(3) Refined incisive wit
(4) Generic term for French folk dances
(5) Noisy parade
(6) Existence, everlasting duration
(7) Estimating something worthless
(8) Gullible listener