Words, Words, Twaddle, 8

(We all dislike/hate certain words and locutions; here are some of mine.)

Exit, pursued by a bear. (Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale, 3.3)

You said it right in front of me—

You said it: “Exit strategy”—

As if a sweet epiphany

Arrived from heaven suddenly.

But here’s a warning (and it’s free)

About clichés and such debris:

I’ll slice you with a snickersnee—

Your final exit strategy.

And if you try to run from me,

I have a friend (oh, you will see!)

Who likes to dine on company—

A grizzly—such voracity!

So you will exit in a bear,

And though you’ll try a frantic prayer,

He’ll have you on his bill of fare,

For hungry bears just flat don’t care.