Green Filet Wordling
Sustained use of wordle words
is such a strain.
It leaves me deranged, dullally
in a haze of indecision –
to mock or not to mock?
I traipse the floor
and feign confusion,
exchange rational thought
for the chains of delusion,
find no place for flame, or cape
give up and sulk in my cave
for the rest of the day.
Apart from the green filet of my title,
(unless pronounced in French)
every word in the list is some kind of rhyme,
Sheer bloody-mindedness makes me decline
to use them at the end of every line –
which, practised to excess, makes doggerel.
You’ll no doubt find more sensible wordles – maybe even some beautiful ones – here