a windy villanelle
He had a wealth of worthless words to say –
A jawing maw of poppycock to spout.
His bellyful of bluster blew all day.
From dawn till dusk the cosmos heard him bray.
He hee-hawed on until the sun went out.
He had a wealth of witless words to say.
Like rasping bagpipes cranking up to play
With unremitting eardrum-splitting clout
His bellyful of bluster blew all day.
One Stone-of-Blarney afternoon in May
He heard a louder bloviator shout.
She had a wealth of wicked words to say –
A brassy blast – a gossipy array
Of noxious guff – the lingo of a lout.
Her bellyful of bull blew him away.
Their hot air flared. It seared the Milky Way.
It charred a slew of stars and left no doubt
They had a wealth of wedded words to say –
A honeymoon of hooey night and day.
Susan Jarvis Bryant
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