Monday, September 28, 2015

Words, Words, Twaddle, 42

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

On a Jag

“A mind-share opportunity!”
The boss announced to one and all.
The jaguar that I had with me
Then leaped toward his face. A pall

Fell on the conference room. The gore
Was everywhere—the room ran red. 
“Let's not forget what words are for”—
My jag just purred at what I said.

And now I am myself the boss;
My jag enforces all I say.
We never post a yearly loss—
Except the loss of all cliché. 

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