Sunday, January 6, 2013

Sand Gets In Your Eyes


On Wieseltierian tears 

Oh blithersome couturier of wordifactious spewage,
Your loathsome predilection for effluxicating brewage
Has found its proper gallery in hurricanus sewage.

Oh odious splendiferatious tonguer of all piety,
Ambassador-at-very-large for platitudiniety,
Your prosody’s ontology’s all Sartric nullibiety.   

It’s thus we say, with due respect, and many years’ assizing:
Oh, literary colporteur, the words of your devising
Appear to land upon the page without palpable revising.

2 comments:

  1. Tis Brillig. If ever a jabberwock had claws that scratch and words that fumfer, it would be the frumious Weiseltier.

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  2. Read a sentence. A loquacious use of verbiage.

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