Fractious? Sir, come low cues shun. Say not the two word kick in the gut, do not cut to the chase and blaze. It’s true long words don’t run like a sword through the neck of bumpf. Still, sir once said, there can be no take back. It’s a heart attack, you say What fool wastes time in the life and death crux? Show off your big words? Yammer myocardial infarction in the field? And you will next learn to call a spade. A spade.
This year, I’ve challenged myself to use the prompt given as title for my poem, every day.