2020-06-01

In Defense of Defenestration as a Favorite Word




You all may call me widderschynnes

To choose defenestration.

A smorgasbord of better words

In your vocabulation,

But when some poor unfort'nate soul

Is from a window thrown,

You'll call upon my word of choice

And have to eat your own.

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