I’m flummoxed to fathom
The bourgeois congregation
That congeals in Times Square
For the New Year’s celebration
While I would reconnoiter
To avoid such a populous crew.
If you’re a sympathetic introvert
You likely share my view.
Whilst others massed in public
I hibernated at chez moi.
It was an evening of simplicity
And I needn’t venture fa’.
And as I awoke this morning
A eureka I did hear.
Hence I’ve vowed to simplify
My vocabulary this year.
The Daily Travesty 
I applaud your abstemious annunciations and shall linger in lamentation as a result of this apopemptic poem.
May your varied vocabulary rest easy under the shadow of your newly limited locutions…
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