Here you come again, LexPoMo,
calling my non-poet voice
to reach deep down and fake it. 

Here you come again
and I hear Dolly’s sweet trill 
turn into a cheerful ear worm
made more cheerful still by reminding me
of my friend Marianne, an actual poet, 
who saw Dolly before she was famous
and has video to prove it. 

I love that story.

So here I go.