Midnight Musing

Tonight, as I sat in my little room at the back of my house on this Dutch-disease-free-American-Elm-lined street, I was reading a poet who will, out of courtesy, remain unnamed.

Suddenly I swore and from the next room the Volscian Maid asked what was wrong.

I replied

“I was pained by infelicitous word use”

She picked up the phrase and repeated it in her rock-tumbling way.

Shortly a gemstone emerged, so much more sparkling than the original:

“Felonious word use!” she laughed.

And she was more right than she — or the poet — will ever know.

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