Why'd you do it, Stormy—
why'd you bed that oafish clown?
Were you really that hard up,
or your performance fees way down?
Were you really after infamy,
no matter what the cost?
Are dignity and self-respect
the only things you've lost?
"I'm so ashamed of what I've done,"
remorsefully she cried;
"The awful truth is that I was
quite vinomadefied!"
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Author Notes
This is a poem about a high-profile politician of tangerine appearance, who shall remain nameless. His lawyer claims to have paid, on his behalf, the sum of $130,000 to a porn actress to keep quiet about an "alleged" affair many years ago.
When asked how they could possibly have committed such a despicable act with someone completely devoid of moral character, and a total blight on society, the porn actress simply responded "I was drunk".
Today's word:
vinomadefied (adj.) utterly soaked in wine.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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