“Words, words,
words.”
— Hamlet (2.2)
List #5: (c) florid, (d) coherent
His face, full florid in the heat—
His incoherent speech—
His recent hungers—yes, he loved
To eat a lowly leech—
Convinced us that he’d lost his mind—
That he was truly mad—
Had lost all the acumen that
He recently had had.
When we suggested he get “help,”
He laughed—and nearly fell.
“I don’t need help! No, what I need?
You all should go to hell!”
And so we did … it was hot …
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