“I don’t know how to say this…”
Jason said to Captain Tull,
“But the otorhinolaryngologist
“Spilled Worcestershire sauce in the forecastle.”
Tag Archives: Long Words
The Perfunctory New Years Poem
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.
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Or I Could Be A Colonel
I don’t want to be a gastroenterologist.
As a career I vehemently denounce it,
But should fate make me a gastroenterologist
I guess at least I’d learn how to pronounce it.
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