Thursday, April 28, 2016

Wordbirds, 42

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

kyoodle verb
to make loud, useless noises

Kyoodling came from his room—
The teacher had lost all control.
And suddenly a mighty Boom!
Came from his class. Inside, a hole,

Abyssal hole, formed in the floor.
It sucked the noisy students down—
Would they be gone for evermore?
The teacher earned such wide renown

That students never once again
Committed their disruptive acts,
Did not commit the smallest sin.
And these, my friends, are just the facts.

The students who had disappeared
Returned that night to families.
And they behaved—for they had feared
And minded now their q’s and p’s.

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