RLS Amp'd

The world is so full of a number of things –
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 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…?