Miscellany
There’s some folks like the opera,
And some who dig that jazz.
There’s people whooping bluegrass,
Or the brazen rasp of brass.
But whatever rocks your socks
Is cool with me.
Some days it seems my likings
Are by ev’ryone despised –
I’m unmoved by their pref’rences
So eulogized and prized.
But whatever dials your smiles
Is cool with me.
There’s some folks like the one thing,
And others love the other.
Too rare we coincide, but slide
To discord with our brother.
But whatever peps your steps
Is cool with me.
Rhyming Couplets 