Whatever he tried to say
Jumbled words got in his way
Made him want to kneel and pray
People knew him by his prose
Most thought he was quite verbose
Junked up words kept him on his toes
Soon word of him got around
A new name for him they found
Word junkie had a good sound
Then one day he found
That he could be quite profound
By keeping words close to the ground
No more airy phrase flew
All his poems became new
And his fans liked them anew
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