Irate I'd be, if indeed
'twere so, that thinking
thoughts to twine together
such scintillating syllables
in smashing fashion,
was wickedly wiped out.
If situations should arise
I'd wield my words with wondrous woe,
clawing with consonants, collecting cringes,
and lastly lassoing
an assonance lance to poke
and prance prettily 'pon
the perpetrator's pouting personage.
