I do know why it’s something that I do:
it is because I have gained a loose-lex screw.
It is such fun; besides it really whets
unending appetite for new-word begets.

Nouveau logo,
it compels me,
can’t stay away. . .

I’m gonna try one, and here it comes: “blad,”
a blended word combing “bland” and “bad.”
Now I have a notion to make “corpsvet”;
It has two meanings, and to both I’ll get.

I’m gonna show,
then you will see,
here comes, ex-post-refrain. . .

Logos lovely tease and please me.
If I could, I would do fourscore,
make neologisms

. . .means a commander who’s out to review
the troops and then decided who is who.
If the military budget is small,
an animal doctor is gonna make the call.

You’re feeling low?
You get ketamine,
like a Dun or a Bay.

Come on let’s go
make neologisms!
Mo’ portmanteau!
I want you to give me one like “slotter,”
which means, you know,
the slaughter of otter—
they can be offed in the water
How ’bout “teether toddler”?
Be a new-word mod’ler.
Do not be a dawdler—
it feels good!