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
sofkee noun [SAHF-kee]
a thin mush or gruel made of cornmeal (American South)
He knew that he was really free—
Not when he started making bucks,
Not when he shot some mallard ducks—
But when he found the recipe
For sofkee in his grandma’s drawer.
He’d loved the stuff since childhood days,
And he had tried so many ways
To cook it. But, till now, the score
Showed sofkee was beyond his skill—
So he gave up and ate his Kix
Until he learned the sofkee tricks
Among his grandma’s notes. So Bill
(His name) bought cornmeal at the store
And ate it nearly every day
Before he died and went away.
(Then quoth the Raven, “Nevermore!”)