Someday I'll (Unpub)

Someday I’ll wish upon a stile,
a Gunn upon some someday isle.
My whim...? "I’d swim a someday mile,
could I but spy some someday pile.”
 

Someday I’ll switch some someday dial

and, pitching on the Someday Nile,
I'll window shop the someday aisle
and glean some genie’s someday vial.”

Someday I’ll find myself on trial,
accused of choosing something vile.
“I’m innocent! No sin! No guile,”
I’ll whine behind my someday smile.
 

Someday I’ll fill a someday file,

belles-lettres in some someday style.
And, as I scan its erster teil,
I’ll yell, “Excelsior!” the while.