Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Words, Words, Twaddle, 43

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


The guy who puts “high-stakes” in front
Of every noun that he employs
Should very soon absorb the brunt
Of one of my especial joys.

Initially, I'll drug the guy,
Then take him to a barbecue,
Where he will be high steak—for I
Will broil the dude, yes, through and through. 

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