Thursday, September 3, 2015

Words, Words, Twaddle, 17

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

Take Me Out

A “ballpark figure” leaves me cold—
And not because it’s really old—
But mostly (if I may be bold)

Because I hear it all the time—
A kind of ugly jangling chime
That will not cease. And they are slime

Who use it far too frequently.
Just wait and you will quickly see
How vitriol transfigures me.

Oh, on the surface things seem fine,
But rage converts me: I’m malign—
A creature made by Frankenstein.

Or, better: I will never sulk;
Instead, I’ll grow—such massive bulk—
Till I’ve become … The Language Hulk!

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