There was a man, let us call him Mack
who always had the perfect comeback.
But he kept missing his cue.
So he decided to spew
random retorts to pick up the slack.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
There was a man, let us call him Mack
who always had the perfect comeback.
But he kept missing his cue.
So he decided to spew
random retorts to pick up the slack.
NaPoWriMo Day #8
Poetry form: Limerick
Trepverter (n.) (Yiddish) A witty riposte or comeback you think of only when it is too late to use. Literally translated, it means "staircase words". Another variation is the French word, L’esprit de l’escalier .
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