words are words are words
a system of thoughts conveyed
letters and syllables
gesticulations, man-made
there are many meanings and many ways
it is sometimes hard to mean what I say
words sometimes conspire to lead me astray
I’ve tried poetry and I love writing prose
combine them together is what I propose
poetry differs from prose in many ways
for instance, many times poetry rhymes
poetry may not rhyme all of the time
but prose usually just means what it says
yet prose can still be fun
such as a play on words
which is known as a pun
we have millions of words
yet embarrassingly
what to say I’m not sure
what is the word for which I am looking
and why are words so hard to find
when they are lurking some where in my mind
how hard it is to read writing on the wall
I always prefer to read between the lines
subconscious thoughts are more what I had in mind
It’s no wonder god’s lost in translation
by each soul and in every nation
when words are up for interpretation
impossible perfection
when at a loss for words
it dawns on all creation
the word god is dead

There once was a poet named Jake,
On the blog a poem he did make.
I read it aloud,
And he should be proud,
For the death proclamation, for god’s sake.
If you like words, I think you would enjoy Crazy English by Richard Lederer. I stumbled across it in our school library. As I was reading it there were several points where I had to close the book to stop myself from laughing out-loud.
Here’s an excerpt.
Thanks for the link, Anon. That Crazy English is, indeed, crazy!