Word salad, word salad!
My constant ballad
Of right words said wrong
And wrong words in song!
I know the words I want to say,
Still the wrong ones come out anyway!
I think to say “spectacular,”
But what comes out is “vernacular.”
Of course I didn’t mean to say it,
But my word salad makes me pray it
Won’t happen again–
But sadly it does, and then
Out of my brain and out of my mouth,
Seems that the words I want just plain go south!
The sad, sad truth is
My aged brain’s gone toothless,
And I have to wonder
When I’ll get my tongue out from under
All those odd words cluttering up my cerebrum—
Makes me feel I could be dumb
As a drunken monkey on a bender–
Oh, word salad, please return to sender!