P's of Nonsense

P’s of Nonsense

Pristine paper, pen poised, peachy progress, perfection,

a pastiche of processed P’s, a plethora, prolific as pigeons,

plentiful proverbs, pronouns, pontifications passably

appeasing this personal poetic project

Peers point out my poor prose, patchy profligate punctuation

panning my pitter patter of P’s precipitating, proving

alliteration’s easy, positively a piece of patisserie,

P’s peppering the page of this past pet physician (****, profanity!)

My problem, silent pesky puerile purposeless P’s, frozen

in phrases, preying like prehistoric pterosaurs,

pecking phonetic punctures like a plumage plucking parrot,

a portrayal of psittacine psilosis

Popping up in my paltry, poultry, pastoral poem, a portrait

of a pheasant, no a ptarmigan, no a ptilinopus,

or my prayer, a psalm for psaltery players,

piously persuading psilanthropic pagans

Perceiving a puddle, perhaps I’ll pen a parky poem,

“The pest of Parkinson’s, ptyalism,”

a mouth-watering prospect, palate pouring,

like phlegm from a pneumomic, phthisic patient

Pseudo-alliteration, my new psychiatric possession,

pints of psychedelic potions propelling the pursuit

of publishing pseudepigraphic poems,

a portfolio under a pet pseudonym