Lexiconical

I love a good lexicon

No nag but Percheron

One atilt in mealy mots

Slots for dwat and squat
A place for lighter knot

With manna for thought
When passion is literary
And inspiration bleary
There's no finer raiment

Than a meme for savant.
No wish to be a polyglot
Fan of book bag, I am not.
Poets scurry to juxtapose

Adrift in fettered prose
No time lost to verbosity
Babbel sneers at animosity

In metaphor too diffused
Must we ask to be recused
Or translate to syslog nerd

Maybe panic at odd word
Still, I wonder, in a crowd
Does a poser moan aloud
At 19 toasts at a UN festa

And no time for a siesta.
I will skip Rosetta lode
To while in English ode

Author's Note

It is fun to rhyme with unfamiliar words -- without corrupting the narrative.