03-02-2012, 02:07 AM
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"Ray, you may need to be treated for logomisia!"
No worries: It's not the 'hate' of logomisia that you're
witnessing; it's the 'love-hate' of logomania.
"Au revoir" said the sailor John Moore
(His innards spilt out on the shore.)
"Your saber's top drawer,
It's not it I abhor,
It's my undies all covered in gore."
In this case getting rid of that abhorant 'abhor'
abhorantly requires rhyming 'goo' with itself:
"Too-da-loo" said the sailor Magoo:
(His innards turned out like ragoût)
"Your saber's just fine
It's not it that I mind
It's my undies all covered in goo."
"Ray, you may need to be treated for logomisia!"
No worries: It's not the 'hate' of logomisia that you're
witnessing; it's the 'love-hate' of logomania.
"Au revoir" said the sailor John Moore
(His innards spilt out on the shore.)
"Your saber's top drawer,
It's not it I abhor,
It's my undies all covered in gore."
In this case getting rid of that abhorant 'abhor'
abhorantly requires rhyming 'goo' with itself:
"Too-da-loo" said the sailor Magoo:
(His innards turned out like ragoût)
"Your saber's just fine
It's not it that I mind
It's my undies all covered in goo."
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions