No sticks and no
stones
E’er have broken our
bones.
Barbaric such
tactics would be.
But what sort of
hell
Comes in as a yell?
What manner of snit
Does sputter and
spit?
What fool won’t
admit
The words ne’er
legit?
And who will permit
Such a folly unfit?
The most grievous
groans
Leave unwelcome
unknowns.
Instead, they bring
harm’s guarantee.
c2014 by Linda Ann Nickerson
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