My vocabulary is getting obese.
New words are devoured at life’s feast
But what is sufficient
Or indeed beneficient?
I think my mind needs more grease.
As you see I invent my own words.
To the foreign they may seem absurd.
But our society is free,
So the politicians tell me.
Yet inconvenience is often incurred.
Esperanto never lighted my flame.
It’s the classics teacher whom I blame
For I liked ancient tongues
And never went wrong
Except in learning to spell people’s names.
Youclid is the one I refer to.
And Sockratease cause me despair too.
Plato is easier.
Parmenides is teasier.
‘Arry Stottle dropped his aitch,and proved fair,too!