For GloPoWriMo Day Twenty-One the prompt is: ‘write a poem that incorporates overheard speech’.
(Listening in to conversation
Can lead into great temptation;
You might find with disbelief
Eve’s dropping of her third fig-leaf.)
‘Come sit by me,’ I overhear
With furious indignation,
The woman asks the kiddie dear
To sit beside her, ‘twould appear,
In language that is out of gear —
Quite fitting for her station?
Not that I am a snob with class,
But people thus abusing
The language into such a farce
In good society won’t pass;
Are whom they’d call a ‘stupid … er … (a word meaning rear end)’,
And not at all amusing.
To hear, ‘Come and sit next to me.’
Would give the greatest pleasure.
And it would be, linguistically,
In terms with which we all agree,
And free of commonality —
In fact, a verbal treasure.