Dismally Discombobulated

Dismally Discombobulated©
by Renée Michelle Wenker

As I find myself in distrait,
It is time to expiate -
Since I cannot gesticulate,
This poem will surely obfuscate.
Therefore, I shall not equivocate.
My thoughts, instead, I perorate.
In a manner, I asseverate.

I am, you know, quite sedulous.
This, challenged, when I feel tenebrous.
And though, these moods are fugacious,
And affect my being loquacious,
I manage to be assiduous,
And hopefully, efficacious,
In my desire to be gregarious.

With fervid plenipotentiary
Myself, expressed with celerity,
Alas, to avoid skullduggery,
Or be thought of, in a manner, desultory,
This poem shall end with alacrity.
Perchance, I shall thus risk gallimaufry.
Though, its purpose served, most definitely.