Her words dissolved: reduced to flummery entwined with steady strums
Of her four favourite chords, distracting me from showing any tact.
This play with internal rhyme is about falling in love with musicians. If you’ve ever watched someone singing while playing a musical instrument and have, in that moment, been completely overwhelmed to the point that you’re not even listening to the words, you’ll understand.
flummery
\FLUHM-uh-ree\ , noun;
1. A name given to various sweet dishes made with milk, eggs, flour, etc.
2. Empty compliment; unsubstantial talk or writing; mumbo jumbo; nonsense.
write with lightning 
December 21st, 2010 at 19:45
first of all, i think that furry creature in the picture is really cute. (oh, and i suppose the little dog is cute too.)
and second, happy holidays and a happy new year to everyone! here’s a little poem about my thoughts of the end of this year and the approach of the new one.
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“Tempo of the New Year”
Flummery dissolves in belly and air
This time of year held ever sacred dear,
Yet the New Year shambles past all the cheer;
For this trek of Time I did not prepare.
The pastries and sweetmeats enlarged my girth,
And abundant liquors I have disgorged
From a face of increasing wrinkles forged:
For thus we celebrate the Saviour’s birth.
Yes, a bacchanalia into winter’s claws
Then slumbering sombrely until Nature thaws.
Such thoughts haunt me beneath my lover’s arm;
But smiling bright, he kisses my brow
And draws me closer, our love I avow,
Cuddling away my frivolous alarm;
I fear no more serving ‘neath winter’s thumb
Or lamenting the passing year’s glories
As the next will add volumes of stories,
For thus to life’s chills I shall not succumb.
Beneath my quilts, to him I am lovingly drawn
And hear the footsteps of Time as his heart beats on.