My Nana was a yodeler. I am an odeler. The apple falls not far from the tree.
Yodeling and odeling are similar in sound, used to convey melody.
I’m home from work, back tired, not broke – and I stare at this screen in revelry.
Finding words to fill the page
Ways to escape the cramped, crowded cage
You hold the VIP ticket to my head
My mind is free to wander and ponder
If I look closely enough,
there may be a thought over yonder.
Nope, no thought. My brain couldn’t be blonder.
Any thought or idea, I did squander.
Even still –
I sing rhymes that are sublime and write far-out haiku’s.
Your ears may tingle from the jaunty jingle of words that smoothly ooze through.
I sit and smile
Sip my sleepytime tea
My soul is soaring like a wild banshee
I’m ready for dreamland
My head is calling for its pillow
Nothing rhymes with pillow.