Cool

(Picture Credit - Tropical pool by Howzz com)

 

Assonance was ensconced in my bonce once.

It puts me in the mood for a muse.

Love those cool peaceful pools under a Moon in June.

Or to croon about dunes and oasis blooms.

Such a lovely tune,

It’ll make you swoon.

Enjoy my runes,

No matter how crude.

I can be a goon

Or even a loon.

Sometimes a fool.

Poems strewn with clichés

For want of a better phrase.

Words hewn before noon,

To give you a boon.

Bad days may loom,

Injustices done.

Cruelty that’s is fuel for a duel and may ruin a life.

We may be doomed.

But I must stay upbeat,

Give you a treat

And make you fall at my feet.

Quite a feat!

Every dog has his day,

Another cliché you’ll say.

But I don’t get any pay,

So soon be on my way.

Love to play with words,

Writing songs for the birds.

These words are a tool

For making me cool.

We’re back to those pools:

They are shimmering jewels.

Paul Butters