(obsession
doggerel)
Words, Words, Words: logomania
He had words stitched into his shirt—
And tattooed all across his back.
He scratched words in the very dirt—
Before he had his heart attack.
His favorite soup was alphabet,
And Scrabble his beloved game.
He owned the OED
(a set)—
To memorize it was his aim.
But then there was that heart attack,
And words just failed him after that.
His mood declined from blue to black,
And he became a total prat.
But one day a librarian—
Oh, you know how this story ends:
Yes, they got married, had pure fun
With frequent games of Words with Friends.
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