Royally he treads the land,
The earth, the countryside,
The fields, the farms, the dirt, the sand.
He howls of these
Multiplicities
To flood, submerge, inundate
The febrile mind in words,
In terms, nouns, verbs to conjugate,
To tickle fancies into fantasies,
Shriek metaphors and similes,
Diddle with the functions
Of prepositions, exclamations,
Punctuations and conjunctions
Leaving us to flee in fear
From this assault upon the ear,
Overwhelmed by lexicography
Seeking pure cognography
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