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 stick on which a reckoning is kept by notches
She kept a record of the men
Who’d disappointed her. She’d been
Updating it since who knows when.
She used a nickstick, made a slice
For every man who wasn’t nice—
Who thought that she had had a price.
Well, years went by relentlessly,
And one dark day she showed to me
Her nickstick was a redwood tree,
Now full of notches, roots to top—
She figured it was time to stop.
All men, she thought—a ruined crop!