Sunday, September 13, 2015

Words, Words, Twaddle, 27

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

The Taste of  Pompeii

I have heard your “new” saying—don't say it again—
Though I know it is all the new rage.
I am like a volcano—will surely erupt
If you say we are “on the same page.”

You said it! Now lava explodes from my head
And is flowing directly to you.
And so soon you'll be boiling—converted into
A most tasty Vesuvian stew!

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