AT LAST—We’ve now commenced our third—and final—journey through Webster’s 3rd. This time, I’m picking a word near the middle 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 …
a horny escresence on the bill of some birds (as the casque of a hornbill)
His epithema bothered her—
It spoiled the beauty of his bill.
But should she tell him (he was Will)?
She didn’t want to cause a stir.
At last she found the courage, so
She told him that his ugly lump
How thrown her love into the dump.
Will realized that he must go.
So off Will winged into the west—
And found a mate who did adore
His every trait—from crest to core.
His epithema she loved best!
The moral of this avian tale?
Find one who loves you, all the way
And will not vacillate one day.
Such love endures—will never fail.