It seemed a chore more tedious
To write a chiliad of rhyme
Questioning with Kilo What’s?
Such a grand-stairway to climb
Chasing any word that moves
For milligrains of something more
Many thousand roads and alleyways
Umpteen paths to yet explore
Led on by early hours ideas
Too numerous to count
Lyric lines in milli-meter
Seldom clear-cut to surmount
Looking back to find a motive
And put this killing-verse to bed
Raise my hands accept the blame
One thousand pardons for my head
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| Oxford Dictioaries - Oh what a lovely word
On this 30th Day in July 2018 my 69th birthday. I completed my blog quest to exceed a thousand rhyme posts along with 160 mini-muses. A special 'THANK YOU' to all who pop in for a peep at my wordy extravanzaas and apologies to all the really great poets who howl in dismay at my impertinent missives.
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