I Use Big Words To Think About Us Poem by Bull Hawking

Sometimes I present with gravitas

Sometimes with abitis

You are an aulic bibelot

That simply won't sit still on a shelf

Such a crepuscular girl

Who sleeps on a trampoline

I'm more the diurnal eburnean funambulist

You took me for a Gomer Pyle goliard

(but please don't make me Orff)

I took you like hydromel....(hic)

But you are no iatric balm

Seeing as how I'm no fool

If you're looking up my kedgeree

You'll find it quite Lucullan

If you think this follows meliorism

Well it won't 'cause I'm only half way through

And in my jussive way say....stop!