I'm quick to quote an anecdote.
With
bromides, bro, I'm facile.
Fresh coining is my metier.
A dictum? Hey! No hassle!
I've ghosted loads of episodes.
I'm fecund with a fable.
At home with ev'ry gnome,
to hatch a hapax I'm quite able.
My latest insight's out today.
I live to tell
a joke.
And, if it please, my koans tease.
For legends, I'm yer bloke.
I make up mottos, mold new myths.
My narratives are peerless.
My omens are...well: ominous.
With proverbs I am fearless.
The quip's my game, my claim to fame.
Romance? My stock in trade.
Which tongue’s my saga? Onondaga!
Tales? A fusillade!
I ain't no dunce with utterance.
With verbiage I'm rife.
Most nits insist my witticisms
prick
'em like a knife.
My axioms? X-rated though they be,
yield "puro
d'or."
The yarns I field yield zingers:
each one leaves 'em wanting more.
I've epithets and commonplaces,
sayings, apercus.
I've apophthegms and adages.
(Some aphorisms, too.)
I'm thick with theses. Mad for maxims.
Saws? Two pecks a day.
But if this gent stays President,
I won't know what
to say.
