I favor precise syntax, also terms that aren't obscure,
But skill in this regard don't earn no sinecure.
We're stuck with fulsome language, careening round the curve.
Eschewing parlous diction takes vigor, vim and verve.

The origin of 'specious' lies deep within the soul;
You try to be ingenious, but suffice to be 'mindful'.
I classed a guy as 'restive' - what I meant was 'calmed'
Now I'll feel so meretricious until when I'm embalmed.

I presage Big Bananas in a gaudy chauffered Benz,
They'll likely smoke Havanas with their double-malted blends;
They'll purvey inchoate music, an 'ivory-tickler' too,
And they'll launch the night's diversion without further 'adieu'. (pron. ad-yoo)

I sense those noisome symptoms, not 'symptomatology';
There is method in my madness, but not 'methodology'.
Those after-dinner speakers, they're what one calls verbose;
I'll forgo their panegyrics, when I'm more otiose.

I favor proper parlance with no expletives abstruse,
'Though such recondite leaning serves no heuristic use.
Eschewing fulsome diction takes vigor, vim and verve -
A paradigm to strive for, from which one shouldn't swerve.