of cedars and cypress’s annual rings;
of roads to Morocco with Dots, Bobs and Bings;
of governing folkmoots and Icelandic T'ings…
of jubilant feelings each holiday
brings;
of Klingons aloof (and one Klingon who
clings);of Francis Sinatra’s “A-ring-ding-a-ding-ding!”s;
of Flashes and Zarkovs and Merciless Mings…
of Arkansas burghs like Fort Smith and Hot Springs;
of shortbodied mak'rel and long-bodied lings;
of Ning Jing and Ning Cheng and Ning Ying -- all Nings;
of yang-opposed yins which the naïve call yings...
of Irishmen’s ceilis and Scots’ Highland Flings;
of Brandy Manhattans and Singapore
Slings;of shortbodied mak'rel and long-bodied lings;
of Ning Jing and Ning Cheng and Ning Ying -- all Nings;
of yang-opposed yins which the naïve call yings...
of Irishmen’s ceilis and Scots’ Highland Flings;
of cymbals with sizzles and zithers with “zings”;
of southern fried chicken and barbecued wings…
of tuppence and wampum and cash that “ka-ching!”s;
of O rings and key rings and variant
blings;of Rolling Stones, Elton Johns, Beatles and Stings;
of black players – Sidneys and Denzels and Vings…
of Nipponese Yukis and Sino-Beijings;
of tom turkeys’ necks which my
grandmother wrings…No bull! It’s so full of a number of things
So: why aren’t we all more than happy as kings…?
