An Anti-Ode

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Words words are here to stay.

We use them to argue, we use them to pray.

We use them to persuade, we use them to laugh,

we even use them to describe a bath...

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Not all words flow like the sea.

Take for instance, Mahogany.

It sounds like an aliment strictly for swine.

Its reverence, however, compares to good wine.

The blatant overuse makes me wonder...

am I missing something? is it a voguish blunder?

Certainly, there has to be other ways

to describe the luster of a wooden chaise.

Try using Hickory, Red Oak or Birch.

A wealth of others, if only we search...

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Then there are words that flow with delight.

Plethora is strong and conveys its might.

It describes abundance with elegance and grace;

boasting the skill to put smiles on this face.

If only I had my own selfish way,

Mahogany would be buried as of today.

Just the word, never the tree.

There is a plethora of sounds it yearns to be.

As for now, I draw a truce,

maybe a petition will turn it loose.

Either way, I'll never give in.

The word, Mahogany, has become a sin.

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A/N: Sorry, i don't get it. Mahogany does sound expensive and lavish for the most part. On the other hand, so what! It doesn't flow for me. Plus, most characters in stories can't afford it anyway 😂.