Musings about my Lexicon
The listless, lugubrious lexicon
Must be revised past its former glory.
Words forgotten, relentlessly remembered
Rote recited.
Left unattended, now must be attentively monitored.
Words will deliver an essay.
Well-written wording will deliver me from failure.
It would be fatuous to ignore my pitiful lexicon.
A learned lexicon will likely lead to success.
This poem is about:
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: