words resound like operatic orations,
a natatorium’s vibrations,
nugatory noises conducive to connotations
despite dubious denotations.
It’s galimatias of the grandest kind!
A gauche gallimaufry of alphabetic signs!
Alas! Alack!
The verbal rack
Of words interred in eons past!
I am fain to flaunt this
idioglossian resurrection,
for I’ve no typhlosis
to fustian’s fulsome panticulation.
A logomachy
in reality
can only be
fought brutally,
for logically
all victory,
invisibly.
is cruelty—
a truly supersensual schiamachy.
My Chaubunagungamaug pedagogue,
living on Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg
once said:
I expatiate with Entish vigor,
ignoring all consuetudinary rigor,
not for Mammon, wherewithal, or sterling,
nor for any dulcinea or darling,
but simply because I figure,
I have a predilection for making words bigger.