Ode to Myrtle

O marvelous Myrtle I burble your name
it gurgles and warbles and bubbles so gamely
gargling growling and grumbling amazing
rolling around all the vowels that abound
in the sonorous sound of your wonderful name.

O mystical magical myrtlous Myrtle
I’d beg or I’d borrow or furtively furgle
or burgle the gollup to wallop the moon
glug myrtleglug like a bug or a loon
all the bountifous beauty of that bounciful boon.

O myrtle I’d hurdle a mountain for you
its towering bowlegged obstacles do
not compare to your syllables I mumble and chew
glorious grinding and grounding and grew
muttering myrtlety-myrtle for you.