...there is always something to munch on and mull over in ur library, and this is no different, deconstruction of language, kudos...but also how philosophers and wanderers = philanderers, very clever...I love the flow and rhyme in the second stanza and all the bastard sons...ur poetry is a treat to eat when it's too late for real food, peace to u poetman, jewels

...you and jimbo deserve a bow; you for this lil' ditty that dances on the had OF philososphy and his for the nudge-nudge...cool, extrem-0 cool.

your own portmanteau in the author's note made me chuckle - but I had to think about it a minute before I got it. Same with the portman-tango. And then I started looking for a similarly subtle treatment for "poems" at the end, not to mention "entropy." Which then makes me begin thinking about whether portmanteaus are an issue of entropy, or a result of dynamic language. And, as is my usual wont, I thought myself (in harmony with your very nice little poem) into a state of moderate confusion and perplexity. Thank you for that, Vince. I had a nice little chat with your poem and enjoyed it immensely.

Hahaha I love this...one of your clever funny/fun ones. Philanderers indeed...there is so much more to chew here though I feel I should come back when my head is less clouded by work and music. This warrants a big smile and the comment a hearty laugh though. Better medicine than anything else.

Thanks to Julie and Google defs for helping me with this clever turn. Language, like rules, is there to be broken by poets. Sometimes it has to be broken to create something new. I wouldn't have thunk that being a philanderer would actually be an ideal. Now I are one.

We'll all last as long as language does. I believe that words can help us move or keep us paralysed, and that our choices of language and verbal tone have something - maybe a great deal to do with how we live our lives and whom we end up speaking with and hearing; and that we can deflect words by trivialization, of course, but also by ritualized respect, or we can let them enter our souls and mix with the juices of our minds. We can either create poetry...or simply spittle...Thanks.

ahahahahahahaha - oh, this flows and cuts deep, with that sustained rhyme pattern punching it on home to the end. Loved it. Thank you!

This is great- I loved the word play-from start to finish- a wonderful write- thanks!

Philanderer indeed, they way you dance with language you weave the words well be it a story or a lesson to share, this is a great write. smh

Johnson would have turned sceptic and dissolved in a misfit of coughin' at this consummate piece of freelandering -- wonderfully wry weld of word-whys Wince :>