[I’m nifty and nitty-gritty]

     I’m nifty and nitty-gritty 
and mostly privy 
while splashing mental-graffiti 
in any city without silly pity 
or rickety sticky puddy 
whether from New Guinea 
or Old Mississippi . . . 
     Here comes the finicky 
prissy kitty-kitty that’s spiffy 
from the welcoming committee 
down the busy street to greet me 
like a special ditty, 
     I Dream of Jeannie 
or Moricone’s spaghetti 
or fettuccine, routinely 
disappearing like Houdini.