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Admittedly, Fred Astaire and not Cole Porter. (Fred more picturesque.)

Into Porter

The trick of Cole Porter,
other than the high order
of wit, is the double rhyme.

Sure, he writes of bubble time–
champagne and effervescence,
an age’s evanescence–

But true magic’s in his lexicon,
a lingua so complexly on
it targets at once the steppes of Russia
and also the pants of a Roxy usha’.
(Mahatma Gandhi, Mickey Mouse–
all hold hands in Porter’s house.)

The man is just so archly cunning
that our banal’s his sparkly stunning,
the double-barreled foot-long rhymes
not paralleled by Steve Sondheim’s.

Easy to love, delightful to dance to,
delovely to sing, also romance to–
When times are hard, hard-timers croon,
oh Cole, my man, rhyme me a tune.

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I, who am proud to number myself among the hard (and old) timers loving Cole Porter, am posting the above (a revision) for the dVerse Poets Pub Poetics prompt, which today deals with music, and is  hosted by Stu McPherson.  Check out the wonderful poems at dVerse.  (Mine, I suspect is one of the sillier ones.)  

However, if you are in the mood for more silliness (especially silliness associated with Broadway musicals), also check out my comic novel NOSE DIVE.  A great deal of fun at a very cheap price. 

Not quite Fred or Cole!