part__xiv_fourteen

Apropos

I thought it very apropos

To write about this word, which you simply must know

In hopes, that in time, on you, it will grow

So that from your mouth it might flow

Constantly, constantly, to friend or to foe

Giving and taking, like quid pro quo

Upon meeting you I might say "hello"

Then you'll know, it just goes to show

How one might best bestow what is truly apropos

Like how Robin Hood carries only a bow

How if your Italian, you can probably throw dough

Or if you like to read, you'd know both Emerson and Thoreau

Or if your born an eskimo, your m.o. is definitely snow

How if care for wine, you might try a Bordeaux

Or if you've only one ear, you might be Van Gogh

Or if no name, they might call you John Doe

Or if you liked Waiting for Guffman, you'd love Best in Show

Who really knows what Palin means by joe-six-pack though?

All I want to do is plant a seed that will someday sow

That we might live in a world free of woe

Free of confusion and free of just status quo

That we might know, from head to toe

What it is, that is so apropos