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 rather harsh commercial sponge
“The dyer’s hand,” so says the Bard,
Becomes so very deeply stained
That it is then supremely hard
To cleanse it. This I well explained
To that sad dyer whose wrist and hand
Were deeply dark. He couldn’t bear
The thought that he now bore a brand
Of his profession. “Isn’t fair!”
He cried so dismally. He tried
Some remedies—like special soap.
But that was fruitless. So he cried.
Whate’er he tried, the answer, “Nope!”
But then he tried zimocca, and
He was so firm in his belief
That even when his skinless hand
Emerged, he felt such pure relief!