Walking With Roget
(Lou & Peter Berryman, ©2007)
 

I ambled and I shambled and I scrambled some too
I swaggered and I staggered and I trampled it's true
I resolutely strode the sod and did enjoy the promenade
Except for trudges that I've trod without you
So dare I say I love ya, you're the text of my trek
For nearly every step of the way
Without you, dear thesaurus, I'm a rambling wreck
With no one here to help me but the odd cliché


I slithered like a lizard and I flounced like a flea
I waded and I waddled from Point A to Point B
It's been a treat to tromp the swamp when there's a sloshing in the stomp
But it's a slog without you romping with me
I often have to wonder when I ambulate late
How lonely must a vagabond seem
To locomote alone without a moseying mate
But little do they know that we're a two chum team

With you within my fanny pack I traipsed and I tripped
I sauntered and skedaddled and I skidded and skipped
I pussyfooted and I clumped I tippytoed and I gallumped
And you were there to pad my rump when I slipped
I'm often asked the question if I lost my Roget
Do I think it would be something I'd miss
I have to say that prob'ly I would stroll okay
Although with no thesaurus it would sound like this

I'd walk and walk and walk and walk and walk down the block
I'd walk and walk and walk and walk like someone in shock
And after walking to the store I'd walk on in and walk the floor
Until they got my new thesaurus in stock
So dare I say I love ya, you're the text of my trek
For nearly every step of the way
Without you, dear thesaurus, I'm a rambling wreck
With no one here to help me but the odd cliché
The banal snip   The rundown quip   The threadbare blurb   
The shopworn verb   The trite aside   The old bromide   
The haggard prose   The gilded rose   The phrase passe