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It escapes me how it all started
I mean, these big words I carry around
The first time I used fundamental
I was expressing a point on the weather
Fundamental
weather, I said
That was back in the day—in Class Six to be exact
This affair didn’t start yesterday
Of that we need to be clear:
I once combined four synonyms in a row
Tucked romantically in a love flow
I even had the audacity to squeeze in
Caranx lugubris (
A black jack, I learnt later)
Smack in the middle of a love sentence
(Forgive me, O dear reader, the ghosts in our closets!)
I read books not for knowledge’s sake
But to lift heavy words which cranes couldn’t pull
And somehow utilized them in some
Class discussion on the alkanes and alkynes
If they fit, I worried not
And now in my old age, in exasperation
I could shout iambic
pentameter
To a rowdy youth in the streets
Of course he would be offended
What with a scowl creasing my face
Littered in my shack house
Will be torn Collegiate Dictionary, Thesaurus
A Paperback on World’s Most Difficult Words
And in equal measure scattered papers
All evidence of who I am
Latin defines me
I make pronouncing a caelo usque ad centrum
Sound like chicken fodder
Latin begot some of us
We make language spin
Speaking of which,
What a prenominal-herculian-ardous-whopper-of-a-poem
Has this old-geezer written?
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