Joy Riders

Dance with me in the garden of syllables,
Twirl through the tulips of alliteration,
Laugh at the jokes that only poets remember—
Words being silly.

You deserve language that makes you giggle,
Puns that are terrible, rhymes that are perfect,
Metaphors mixed until they're magnificent—
Joy without reason.

I collect moments of linguistic magic:
Children inventing words for new feelings,
Lovers creating languages spoken by two—
Pure celebration.

Why should beauty always be serious?
Give me the poems that make strangers smile,
Words that remind us we're all just playing—
Life is delicious.