Occam's razor, from pen to paper, matter diffused, truncated to vapor. Glanced lasciviously, simply to look, money embezzler becomes a crook. To labor in vain, expressed as try, the blue horizon, merely sky. Current of air, shortened to wind, render null and void, just rescind. Drenching downpour, now only rain, hold in contempt, becomes disdain. Dancing flames, expressed as fire, love's tender passion, but desire. Blanket of white, written as snow, violent tempest, reduced to a blow. Uncontrolled rage, described as mad, crestfallen sorrow, reduced to sad. Unbounded glee, explained as happy, love's melodramatics, akin to sappy. Extreme trepidation, becomes to fear, truly beloved, restated as dear. Arresting a prisoner, is to capture, ecstatic delight, deferred to rapture. Openly detest, gives way to hate, rapidly diminishing, only to abate. All transformed, yielding to changed, orderly placed, is now arranged. Acute sorrow, generalized as sadness, blissful serenity, nothing but gladness. So Occam's Razor, intended to show, brevity of words, the poet's best goal. Yet, too much economy in written verse, may in dullness, poetic musings immerse. So, why not embellish the story a bit, after all, strike down is superior to hit. Wintry gale, surely better than gust, Thus Occam's maxim, not a poetic must.