There are those I suppose
who do carry their nose
rather high in the air,
pretending to care
about distant shores.
These are the great bores
who use words as slugs
though as silly mugs
they fail to impress
but do nevertheless
flash the cap and gown
and the pawnbroker's crown.
And they dance and they travel
'til the day they unravel
when the little ones see
in their spelling bee
that one always can tell
that pretenders can't spell.
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Don't worry, Lawrence. They know that I adore them because of their hilarious skills. It brightens my day to about midnight to see them use BIG words, words far too BIG for their britches. I have heard that there are even some poor schbellcheggers around, mechanical ones that is. H