NaPoWriMo Poem for April Second

My Goodness

Goodness as my ocelot
Prowls and stalks and pounces;
Goodness as my boss-a-lot
Finger-points and flounces.

Goodness as my wunderkind
Dazzles with precocity.
Goodness as my shark thin-finned
Counterstrikes atrocity.

Goodness as a way of life
Sculpts my face in furrows;
Goodness as my fettling knife
Carves where evil burrows.

Goodness as my diplomat
Never needs immunity.
Goodness as my welcome mat:
Dirtied with impunity.

Goodness as my racetrack tout
Urges YOU to place your
Bet on what it’s all about–
Guiding Goodness Glacier.