Then you might like this song lyric, which I wrote some years ago.
Song of the Sesquipedalian (I’m Good With Words)
Verse: So many lovers have flaws that are verbal They open their mouths and they stammer and burble But I’m not afraid of a challenge linguistic In langugage and love I abhor the simplistic A few words to capture The essence of rapture Is hardly recondite for me With lexicon extended I’ll make you my extgended Grandiloquently
Refrain 1: Let me expound that you extrude The perfect peak of pulchritude I could say you’re handsome But I’m good with words
Without the need to print errata I’ll call you my inamorata I could call you sweetheart But I’m good with words
I’ll try anything for you but barbarianism Even antidisestablishmentarianism
It’s better than Shakespearean To say that you’re empyrean I could say you’re heaven But I’m good with words
Refrain 2: Undoubtedly it is our fate Forever to concatenate I’d say we’ll stick together But I’m good with words
I’ll talk until your life abounds With dolce susurration sounds I’d whisper soft, sweet nothings But I’m good with words
The combination has been too long overdue Semantic genius with romantic ingénue
Our synesthesia makes it sure That for all time we will endure I’d say we’re something special And it would be true But hardly all that I could sing of you
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Then you might like this song lyric, which I wrote some years ago.
Song of the Sesquipedalian (I’m Good With Words)
Verse:
So many lovers have flaws that are verbal
They open their mouths and they stammer and burble
But I’m not afraid of a challenge linguistic
In langugage and love I abhor the simplistic
A few words to capture
The essence of rapture
Is hardly recondite for me
With lexicon extended
I’ll make you my extgended
Grandiloquently
Refrain 1:
Let me expound that you extrude
The perfect peak of pulchritude
I could say you’re handsome
But I’m good with words
Without the need to print errata
I’ll call you my inamorata
I could call you sweetheart
But I’m good with words
I’ll try anything for you but barbarianism
Even antidisestablishmentarianism
It’s better than Shakespearean
To say that you’re empyrean
I could say you’re heaven
But I’m good with words
Refrain 2:
Undoubtedly it is our fate
Forever to concatenate
I’d say we’ll stick together
But I’m good with words
I’ll talk until your life abounds
With dolce susurration sounds
I’d whisper soft, sweet nothings
But I’m good with words
The combination has been too long overdue
Semantic genius with romantic ingénue
Our synesthesia makes it sure
That for all time we will endure
I’d say we’re something special
And it would be true
But hardly all that I could sing of you
Why is it that pulchritude sounds like its antithesis?
Well done!
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