THE SPLENDOR AND VICISSITUDES OF LONG LIFE FOR THE ENGLISH GIRL by Jen Curry

The English girl was stoned with accords?
Was she really being hot-tie tot-tie with big words.
Was that really sooo knot-tie
or was she calling for pilates.

Words, how we cling to them
grasp and attach them like swords.
Piercing, penetrating, projecting,
protecting tender hearts and minds.

Momentum of big words sliding off
tongues with juicy nectar mingling and
mesmerizing taste buds for more
bitter sweet sour lemonade.