The Anti-Sylph

So ya wanna be a sylph?   Well, Bou says Sissy's assigning a word a week to use in blogs, kinda a bloggish Word Power thingy.  This week's is "sylph" and anyone who knows me knows it's not a word I'd characteristically use, so here, with profound, but insincere, apologies to Joyce Kilmer for semi-stealing his beat (though not so much his rhyme scheme):   The Anti-Sylph   I think that I shall never be The slender, sylphid nymph you see Bending e'er so gracefully 'Gainst the gentle breeze. For I am rough and hard, though fat, An' graceful just ain't where I'm at, Cos no durn wind'll even blow my hat With it's pernicious wheeze.