I collect words by the Literati Sea

Hoping my mistress will weave them for me

Making me a quilt of comfort and love

Fitting my thoughts like a well made glove

I gather the words that wash up on the sand

Carefully lifting them with a delicate hand

Verbs and nouns try to go back to the waves

The adjectives and adverbs try to hide in beach caves

I will haul them in my pail to our home on the bluffs

My mistress is going to make some wonderful stuff

I know she’ll be pleased with my catch of the day

She will have so much fun with creative word play