When trying to explain
I must often refrain
From feeling so sure
Of words too obscure
Sometimes I will choose
Just the right word to use
One that fits to a tee
And will help people see
But never to impress
Though I must confess
I sometimes grow weak
For the words I could speak
I would love to flourish
A nice old word like “boorish”
Or inject a sharp “wrack”
Where a line gets off track
A “cantankerous rancor”
Would make my poor heart soar
“Viscous analogies” tossed
But then, what’s the cost?
A supercilious phrase
Can put folks in a daze
Their eyes start to glaze
My thoughts lost in the haze
So, though it’s a pain
To see the words feign
There is much to gain
When I just say it plain
