My wife likes to make fun of me for being an English major, and the other day she claimed that "verb" was a big word, which inspired me to write this poem.
A Poem Where I’m Not Allowed To Use Words More Than Three Letters Long
How can I say,
bit-by-bit
and jot-by-jot
all that I—
Let me try it new.
You are my odd gal,
the mad pal I wed.
You bug me all day,
and in our bed, too.
Yet you are the one,
the sky and all may
see me say, for me.
I beg you not ax my wry pen,
but say—you, who are my sun
and all my air, I bid you now to
say, too, I am the one for you,
For if not I will be oh, so low,
but if you do?