An easel is not a baby weasel
no matter your psyche’s first impression.
A thistle is not a lisping whistle
despite your snappy mind’s misconception.
A harlot is no parking lot for hars,
though one Har, to Blake, was an aged Adam.
(Yes, I know how most of us see long cars
loaded inside with evening madams.)
Portmanteau is not a French wine or coast,
but a suitcase or word combination.
Massacre is not land where priests raise hosts,
but just a one-sided confrontation.
Adore isn’t a portal folks pass through
(but it does describe how I feel for you).
Roger
April 18, 2011
