A Tale of Folderol and Bric-a-brac

At 'imaginary garden with real toads' just now, Fireblossom would have us Get Listed. She asked us to use three or more words from her list, and hopefully include one in the title. But they were such good words, I went overboard, used the lot, put two in the title, and added a few more good ones of my own. It was fun!


A Tale of Folderol and Bric-a-brac

It was an instantaneous episode of derring-do, 

momentary, but lucid – no need for you

to pontificate, all smug, as if I were a green,

wet-behind-the ears novice, or a slipshod

unvisionary, striving-in-vain Ms Plod.

Just because I yelled and did that fist-pump, 

and followed it with a twirl and a hip bump 

(over-enthusiastic by only the merest smidgen)

or was less than demure brandishing my lollipop –

how was I to know some idiot’d seize a photo-op?

And now you’re carrying on, waxing operatic!

I think your turn of phrase is unduly dramatic,

making a bit of harmless fun sound obscene.

So my bum wobbled like blancmange? So the snooker

table stopped play and they eyed me like a hooker?

So what if all the ornaments fell off the shelf?

I didn’t do it on purpose, much less by myself.

It was only the hokey-pokey when all’s said and done.

You’re rendering it a major catastrophe.

I say, better be a bit of clown than to atrophy!

Here is the list:

folderol, bric-a-brac, instantaneous, momentary, lucid, derring-do, pontificate, green, smug, photo-op, slipshod, hokey pokey, fist pump, demure, lollipop, snooker, rendering, blancmange, smidgen, operatic