Vernacular Ventriloquist

His ventriloquy of vernacular,

Was often thought spectacular;

His rhythm for rhyme,
Kept tamely in line.

While measured in feet,

Or perhaps by his feat,

Of ostentatiously,

And vivaciously,

Ensuring his words would dance to the beat.

A puppeteer of phonetics,

Like grammatical genetics,

He created symphonic din,

With his verbal violin.

Never could he linger,

Flinging melodies from his finger,

While he turned a poem on a penny,

And offered it for your thoughts…