Word (February)

Words come from birdsong. Motor-mouth schoolgirls tend to verify this announcement. Words party on long after the speeches. Some so normal it’s just you and me, raving. Some sit there like jug. Others race to rescue variation, various they are as parrots. Antidisestablishmentarianism gathers its wits, fabulous as a Welsh railway station. There’s when to say no, how to pronounce February, the why of slang and where of expletives. Even the hush around honour words and the silence louder than words. There’s the mixed outcomes when reciting others' handwriting. Speaking of which, the written word, just don’t get me started!