Verbal Diarrhea

It’s only for a bit of fun,

So I hope you pardon my pun.

I have a slight issue, you see,

unfortunately involving my tongue.

I really ought to elaborate some more,

I have much vocabulary through my back door.

It’s difficult to contain,

Please? I hope you don’t complain.

Secrets are not my forte,

Rather just let me convey.

The problem you have before you,

Is a man who needs the loo.

But where? I ask,

A word is not substance,

So where should I pass?

You should suffice just fine,

Hold right there, honest, I’ll be kind.

When the words begin to pour,

Hahah, you’ll see, it won’t be a bore.

My real name is Anthony magnanimous candour,

You see I am an earnest chap,

Full of love and splendour.

My grandfather mr Grandeur,

He taught me all too much,

Perhaps to his own detriment,

In which I was truly touched.

For when he past away,

I vowed to do him proud,

Through preaching the English dictionary,

To a humble crowd.