A spelling-bee word
reminds the metrist
of her infamous quest
this year to fulfill
but she tries not
to be portrayed
as one with
a full-blown logorrhea.
That she has an idea
for almost every rhyme
or haiku or lyric
is not obvious from
get go - so
she sits and mulls
at the keyboard
and all of a sudden
it is finished.
This unfortunately
is not so - she allows
herself on a Sunday
a bit of too much
words and thoughts
of her expedition
of verboseness
promising herself
that the next one
will be succinct.
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