There once was a lady, Ms. Harris,
who was a real librocubicularist,
though she did it at night,
she felt it was her right,
and she wasn’t the least bit embarrassed.
Penelope's style was audacious:
her desire for attention, outrageous:
when folks stared at her hair,
she rsponded with flair,
"It's the new look! It's called, "erinaceous."
And one of my favorite words:
There was a young fella named Nate
who seemed to enjoy tempting fate;
one day, being obtuse,
he threw rocks at a moose,
and decided he’d best absquatulate!
Librocubicularist: a person who likes to read in bed
Erinaceous: prickly hairstyle resembling a hedgehog
Absquatulate: leave in a hurry
6/30/2026
The joy of this piece lies in its playfulness. Rather than simply showcasing unusual words, you weave each into a complete limerick that allows both the sound and the meaning to shine. The humour never feels forced, and the rhythm carried me effortlessly from one verse to the next. Our language's splendidly odd; Its dictionary leaves me quite awed. With words that astound, yet still dance around, It's wonderfully, gloriously flawed.