Thought Train

It's a little late to start today
But a poem must be had;
No doubt the formulaic way,
But not necessarily bad...
And that's better than no verse at all
Hatched from my percolating brain,
Which so often seems to stall
Whenever words get too arcane.
But that's okay; that's when I stop,
And smell the lexical roses...
Or consider a malaprop
As metaphor juxtaposes,
Which faileth not to itself endear...
And anon my brain is back in gear!