Semantics--A Blog That Rhymes

I prefer slightly mad to bat-shit crazy;
I prefer reading a book to being lazy.
I prefer collecting treasure to hoarding junk
And I like nourishing my soul more than getting drunk.

I like cheese and crackers more than cookies and cream;
I like going with the flow more than swimming upstream;
I like gentle snow more than driving rains
And I prefer childlike notions to growing pains.

Give me mincemeat cookies, not kidney pie;
Give me dreams I can nurture, not pie in the sky;
Give me children's laughter, not perfect pitch
And I'm a strong-willed woman, not a stubborn bitch.

I wear rose-colored glasses, I'm not naive;
I embellish the truth, but I don't deceive;
I buy my happiness, not waste my money
And I prefer subtle humor to slapstick funny.

I'd rather be dysfunctional than just a nut;
I'd rather be an escort than just a slut.
I'd rather be acquaintances than fair weather friends
And I like gentle closures more than bitter ends...

This poem has now come to a gentle closure, i.e.,

The End.