Oh to add the brilliant light

upon the feckless hills

and feel the satisfaction

of fancy alteration

to sum a word polite

in phrases of pure fire

and heal the broken bone

with nothing but a line

keel up, reel up, divide and multiply

the sound and feel is more of rhythm

than contrivance, what is?

more than my meat and potatoes?

Is it rounded on the tongue

and fitting in the groove?

Smooth as Casanova,

the mighty word Play.