A Morphology Poem

“I was wildered and fuddled at my gruntled employee. She was quite chalant at her ept approach to work. She took a flated balloon and embowled it, using it to capitate a doll. This made me quite pressed. It seemed evitable given her hibitions; so strange. Beknownst to me, as I was plussed, she has been trepid for quite some time. Once things are taken off her plate she will begin to feel whelmed again, as long as she doesn’t linquish them. She is only vincible, after all.”

Adrienne LeFevre

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