Words

“Hey Dad,” she asked me quizzically.

“You know the times we bake—

We get a pinch of this and that

To stir into our cake;

Is there a kitchen implement

That’s smaller than a cup,

But bigger than a spoon that we

Can use to measure up?

“Of course,” I murmured, panicking.

You see, I’d no idea!

I searched my head and stammered out,

“It’s called a Flamboneer.”

“Hey Dad, you know the holes we have

To buckle up our belts?

What do we call those little things?”

“They call them Belting Telts.”

“The painted lines on highway roads?”

“Oh, Laney-Lines,” I said.

My daughter looked contemplative

And then she cocked her head.

“I have one final question, Dad.”

“What is it, buttercup?”

“What do you call the process where

Your Dad makes new words up?”

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