It’s raining on my pomposity.
Now my pomposity’s all wet.
It’s a monstrosity.
Precipitation precipitates with considerable velocity.
There’s no stopping ‘locity
with or without an apostrophe.
Perhaps I should try reciprocity.
But rain falls with such ferocity
it makes reciprocity preposterously an impotossity.
If I’d been born a rhinoceros I’d have a lot more rhinosity.
I tell you, once my pomposity gets wet
I get filled with ridiculous verbosity.
It’s a philosophical atrocity,
especially when stuck inside
on yet another rainy day.
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