Tuesday, August 25, 2015

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. 

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