Folderol Gallimaufry

At the risk of coming off turgid I offer this tale esoteric Hoping it’s not found insipid Nor causes one to be apoplectic But rather received with alacrity Without the need for paroxysm My word there’ll be no chicanery And avoidance of anachronism Far from being sesquipedalian Nor need for any razzmatazz The tale of the slubberdegullion Who thought himself full with pizzazz Though being so supercilious His affect stirred only dudgeon Any good was so very fugacious From this untoward tatterdemalion Yet still he persisted a mumpsimus If you will, and worse a panjandrum So aggravating and rumbustious Redeeming qualities not a modicum An unquestioned snollygoster Given to being quite vagary An ill-reputed hugger-mugger And a voice of such cacophony But I see that you are insouciant And consider my warning malarkey Since you wish to be recalcitrant My apologies for being persnickety I end my tale of the rapscallion Without further ado or rigmarole Avoiding becoming ultracrepidarian I have met my supererogatory parole