Long ago I learned to talk,
Simple babble that it was.
Shortly thereafter,
I gained the art of sentences
And advanced in my vocabulary.

Yet, with all these advances,
Babble still is all I can manage.
No quick wit is quite so fair
As to hide my vulgar speech
That I try and pass as lovely.

Ironic that a wordsmith would
be so unable to truly speak.
For I tried to say 'I love you'
Just the other day
Only to find that the words
Escaped me.