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 …
He loved to cook with azafran—
He always did the best he can;
His wife became his biggest fan.
But one day it did not turn out—
And then he sank into a pout
And soon was filled with deepest doubt.
“Oh no,” his wife said (she was Fran).
“Don’t worry ’bout the azafran.
I love you lots, my husband, Dan!”
And Dan was somewhat mollified—
So much, in fact, that he sobbed and cried.
Then cooked some sliced potatoes—fried.