At the request of a friend I am posting the following humorous verse.

At the Club

A Farce

“The act of esteeming worthless; pointless” – floccinaucinihilipilification:

I’ve a constant pinging tintinnabulation

that I can’t escape no matter my gyrations.

So I sit and ask Doc Smith’s interpretation,

and he tells me it’s just due to loud vibrations

and a cure is pointless in his estimation.

It’s the gin he’d drunk that in my estimation

caused his analysis of my problem to devolve into mere floccinaucinihilipilification.

To identify the causative vibrations

of my now quite painful tintinnabulation

will require a dowser’s skilled interpretation

of a hazel wand’s erratic quick gyrations.

And I’ll prob’ly have to go through some gyrations

to allow me to obtain an estimation

of the price to stop the noise . Interpretation?

Why it’s simply that quite a lot of exclamatory and self-exculpating floccinaucinihilipilification

will result when I explain my tintinnabulation

and request the end of those blameworthy vibrations.

I sure hope the ceasing of those foul vibrations

will allow me to be rid of these gyrations

and will end this dreadful tintinnabulation.

Otherwise, my search, by any estimation,

will be bound to endure a considerable amount of floccinaucinihilipilification.

If the singer’s very flawed interpretation

(And I’ve very loosely used “interpretation”

for the rather less than musical vibrations;

though I don’t mean to be engaging myself in any floccinaucinihilipilification.)

and the dancer’s un-interpretive gyrations

could be stopped, then, in my humble estimation,

I could find the cause of my tintinnabulation;

but between the effects of my tintinnabulation

and the music and the dance, interpretation

has become impossible. No estimation

can succeed. I’ll have to live with the vibrations

and just sip my beer and watch the strange gyrations

of the dancers. And it begins to become obvious that the floccinaucinihilipilification

of the tintinnabulation and the cymbals’ loud vibrations

gives a weird interpretation to the dancers fierce gyrations;

and though no one pays attention, my estimation of the situation is that it can all reasonably be chalked up to a simple matter of a lot of floccinaucinihilipilification.