Bill Hartzia - My Dictionary Is Bigger Than Yours

Reading through your writing hurts,

You don't know how to treat your words,

Impoverished, they're scattered on your floors.

(My dictionary is bigger than yours.)

 

 

[Obviously this doesn't apply to anyone on this site!  I ended up with a clerihew, which is why there's this extra bit of text here at the bottom to make sure I make the word count.  I was wondering if it would be possible to write it into a sonnet, but the title won't fit to iambic pentameter which ruled out using it as the denouement. Oh well, I'll throw the sonnet idea out to whoever comes along next!]

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