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!”)
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