We’ve commenced our journey backward through Webster’s 3rd. I’m picking a word near the end of each entry for each letter—a word that interests me for some reason or a word I’d not ever known before—and surrounding it with a frayed coat of doggerel.
Words that flew into my life from Webster’s 3rd …
The moorhen liked her simple name—
A “wynkernel” was just too much:
It had a clumsy, awkward touch—
She didn’t choose it … who’s to blame?
She met the scientist who picked
The name, and she began to beg;
She even offered him an egg.
But nothing with the name guy clicked.
So through her life she long endured
The name she hated fervently,
And she would never live to see
This troubling problem ever cured.