Someday (Unpub)

Someday I’ll wish upon a stile,
while shipwreck’d on some someday isle.
“I swear I’d stroll a someday mile
could I but spy some someday pile.”
 
Someday I’ll see myself on trial
for undertaking something vile.
“I’m innocent! I lack all guile,”
I’ll cry behind my someday smile.
 
Someday I’ll twist some someday dial
and navigate the Someday Nile,
proceeding downstream single file,
avoiding crab and crocodile.
 
Someday, with cousins Kyle and Lisle,
though none of us be Francophile,
I’ll partner with my liver bile:
“They wait for no man (chyme and chyle).”
 
Someday, no longer juvenile,
I’ll shop among the rank and file:
“To market!” In some someday aisle
I’ll rub some genie’s someday phile.
 
Someday I’ll keep a someday file,
belles-lettres in some someday style –
ala Mark Twain, ala Kurt Weill.
(Who’ll snag a Nobel…? Someday, I’ll!)
 
Someday I'll scan its erster teil,
saluting "Sieg Heil!" all the while --
this shipwreck’d on that someday isle.
(If "Heil!"s don't help, perhaps "Bye-bye'll.")