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There is a tendency among those poets who may be very young frequently to put in verse those foreign phrases, or much worse the now dead words of oh so ****** Latin to boast of classrooms that they’ve sat in. And just in case you’ve never heard ‘em, Let’s reduce a few to ad absurdum. It was amore a prima vista until he left her for her younger sister for, after all, who could resist her, so moving on to secunda vista he took that step and boldly kissed her, behaviour that is hardly utopista. The trouble with modus vivendi is that it sometime rhymes with eye but there are those who don’t agree and think that it must rhyme with tea. Who cares? It’s all the same to I. Or should that be the same to me? You may say it is not de rigueur that I defend with so much vigour what surely is no more than hubris that I attribute to Confucius for he surely ha detto tutto albeit un po convoluto. And everyone’s heard of carpe diem. If not, then I have yet to see ‘em. But I prefer to seize a waist which may be thought somewhat unchaste though far more likely to have shocked ‘em would be to carpe in the noctem. Perhaps you think it’s ipso facto that I’m intolerant of lacto unless it comes directly from the breast. I think it’s better that the rest of this is left to your own opinatus for which I offer no blank cartus. Then there’s the modus of my own vivendi that I indulge in cacoethes scribendi the itch to write for which I daily scratch myself or play my ukulele which is my form of modus operandi before I pour myself a king-size brandy. And thus we leave this boring dull citare, by this time you have certainly grown quite weary of any further venture into tedium Or as ***** Harry might say, fac ut gaudeam For after all a day senza sunlight Might altrettante facilmente be night

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Sep 8, 2018

Sep 8, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC

joseph-sinclair

Pig Latin

There is a tendency among those poets who may be very young frequently to put in verse those foreign phrases, or much worse the now dead words of oh so ****** Latin to boast of classrooms that they’ve sat in. And just in case you’ve never heard ‘em, Let’s reduce a few to ad absurdum. It was amore a prima vista until he left her for her younger sister for, after all, who could resist her, so moving on to secunda vista he took that step and boldly kissed her, behaviour that is hardly utopista. The trouble with modus vivendi is that it sometime rhymes with eye but there are those who don’t agree and think that it must rhyme with tea. Who cares? It’s all the same to I. Or should that be the same to me? You may say it is not de rigueur that I defend with so much vigour what surely is no more than hubris that I attribute to Confucius for he surely ha detto tutto albeit un po convoluto. And everyone’s heard of carpe diem. If not, then I have yet to see ‘em. But I prefer to seize a waist which may be thought somewhat unchaste though far more likely to have shocked ‘em would be to carpe in the noctem. Perhaps you think it’s ipso facto that I’m intolerant of lacto unless it comes directly from the breast. I think it’s better that the rest of this is left to your own opinatus for which I offer no blank cartus. Then there’s the modus of my own vivendi that I indulge in cacoethes scribendi the itch to write for which I daily scratch myself or play my ukulele which is my form of modus operandi before I pour myself a king-size brandy. And thus we leave this boring dull citare, by this time you have certainly grown quite weary of any further venture into tedium Or as ***** Harry might say, fac ut gaudeam For after all a day senza sunlight Might altrettante facilmente be night