RLS Amp'd (Unpub)

The world is so full of a number of things –
of cedar's and cypress’s annual rings;
of roads to Morocco with Dots, Bobs and Bings;
of governing folkmoots and Icelandic Tings…
 
of jubilant feelings each holiday brings;
of Klingons aloof (and one Klingon who clings);
of Francis Sinatra’s “A-ring-a-ding-ding!”s;
of Flashes and Zarkovs and Merciless Mings…
 
of Irishmen’s ceilis and Scots’ Highland Flings;
of Brandy Manhattans and Singapore Slings;
of cymbals with sizzles and zithers with “zings”;
of southern fried chicken and barbecued wings…
 
of tuppence and wampum and coin that “ka-ching!”s;
of O rings and key rings and variant blings;
of Rolling Stones, Elton Johns, Beatles and Stings;
of black actors – Sidneys and Denzels and Vings…
 
of Japanese Yukis and Chinese Beijings;
of tom turkeys’ necks which my grandmother wrings…
No bull! It’s so full of great numbers of things.
So: why are we so-o-o-o much less happy than kings…?