I have decided to build my vocabulary a bit. I picked 10 words that I didn't know, got the definitions, and wrote a poem using them.
Vocab Building 1:
Penumbra - an area in which something exists to an uncertain degree.
Incipient - beginning to exist or appear.
Dapple - A small contrasting spot or blotch.
Susurrus - A whispering or rusling sound.
Nescience - Lack of knowledge or awareness.
Spoonerism - The transposition of usually initial sounds in a pair of words.
Exiguity - Scantiness; the quality of being meager.
Chthonic - Dwelling in or under the earth.
Badinage - Light, playful talk.
Lissom - Limber, supple, flexible.
I like to do, it's what I do.
I hate it when I don't.
Despite what you may think,
I rarely ever mumble "won't".
But when I do, say won't that is,
It might be cause I wasn't listening,
But I can bet there is a chance,
You might have just asked me to dance.
(The answer is no)
Pardon the dapple that may put on my resume,
But look, my foot lacks the lissom-ness
I need to go and "sway".
(Or "dance" as you call it)
And even in your badinage I see you still don't see,
There is no penumbra of a dancer anywhere near me.
Can you hear me?
If dancing is uplifting, I'm chthonic, grounded like a stoic tree,
and it's not only me who loves the exiguity
Of my ability to move my feet
In fact I have a facebook link.
"Sometimes we don't feel like dancing"
(JB likes this group)
So now I don't pretend to have incipient knowledge
On how to bend my hips. I can just send
a picture of a man in a tutu and laugh at dancing, the end.
And, I will ignore the susurrus roar
Of bores who think I should be more
Presentable by wiggling on the disco dance floor.
I take pride in my nescience
and won't hide my presence
When a dull beat gives me the chance
To hook my thumbs upon my pants
And loudly shout, "I will not do, the dance."