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The lecturer stands, waving her hands Wildly gesticulating Squawking and screeching and and humming and preaching Whilst our minds fix on matriculating "Please, please I beg of you Responsible for shaping heads Tell your children this is true - Use any verb other than 'said'!" She demonstrates the dialogue tags That we sages can impart "Replied", "enquired", "sighed", "ragged" "Norted", "blorted", "ogled", "blarted" - But if a child uses all these What kind of field will they have built? Cohesive, engaging, with wonderful staging Or splotted and sploged like a patchwork quilt? For you see - All the words inside your head The ones who unwittingly cover for "said" Are the drink-addled maidens you see in the street Holding their heels and walking in bare feet Flipping their hairs and waving their phones Cackling and snickering in shrilliing, thrilling tones As their best friends, the adverbs, grab them by their hair Determined to prevent an emetic scare To-ing and fro-ing, and never quite knowing Where exactly it is they are going All they know is they eschew intervention By boldly pleading for more and more attention But "said" is a lady of quiet grace Wearing long tresses, muted dresses and a fair face And sits beside each word with a natural restraint Holding up quotations without complaint Till it blends through the text like smooth, creamy paint And fades till it becomes so, so faint That it only feels natural to focus instead On the intentions of the characters inside of your head It's a word that fills most teachers with dread But I earnestly plead to befriend the word "said" For she's a hard-working lady with quiet conviction - Does that help with your language affliction?
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
emilia-leonetti
Make Friends With "Said"!
The lecturer stands, waving her hands Wildly gesticulating Squawking and screeching and and humming and preaching Whilst our minds fix on matriculating "Please, please I beg of you Responsible for shaping heads Tell your children this is true - Use any verb other than 'said'!" She demonstrates the dialogue tags That we sages can impart "Replied", "enquired", "sighed", "ragged" "Norted", "blorted", "ogled", "blarted" - But if a child uses all these What kind of field will they have built? Cohesive, engaging, with wonderful staging Or splotted and sploged like a patchwork quilt? For you see - All the words inside your head The ones who unwittingly cover for "said" Are the drink-addled maidens you see in the street Holding their heels and walking in bare feet Flipping their hairs and waving their phones Cackling and snickering in shrilliing, thrilling tones As their best friends, the adverbs, grab them by their hair Determined to prevent an emetic scare To-ing and fro-ing, and never quite knowing Where exactly it is they are going All they know is they eschew intervention By boldly pleading for more and more attention But "said" is a lady of quiet grace Wearing long tresses, muted dresses and a fair face And sits beside each word with a natural restraint Holding up quotations without complaint Till it blends through the text like smooth, creamy paint And fades till it becomes so, so faint That it only feels natural to focus instead On the intentions of the characters inside of your head It's a word that fills most teachers with dread But I earnestly plead to befriend the word "said" For she's a hard-working lady with quiet conviction - Does that help with your language affliction?
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