Nugatory

"Nugatory" my teacher did decry, As she threw my story up in the sky. "Why must you write and hand in futile tripe?" The comment itself, an offal snipe swipe. At the break, I rushed to the library To find the word in the dictionary. There it was found between 'Nugget' and 'Nudge' Perhaps it was gold dug up, or some fudge? Then again perhaps it's some kind of soup! Muggatory with tripe added in scoop! But the truth was truly most alarming. All my hopes of praise and good disarming. For nugatory means futile, stripped bare Of all adornment, flavor, scent and flare. Worthless and having no value at all. Sadly that's what teacher said to appall. For nugatory robs the moon from night. Dulls the colors of the sky in daylight. It scoffs at dreams, dims creativity. What's left bereft of spontaneity. So what my teacher wants is same old tripe. Dished up in plain old nugatory type. Devoid of colors, bangles and dangles. The old, old story locked up in mangles.