The Tenth of June has been and gone
and, according to The Sun,
it left us with a dubious gift:
one million words of English.
Two million folk in Shakespeare’s world
spoke one hundred thousand words:
seventeen hundred were his own;
many more have been home-grown.
I’m glad our language is so rich
but there’s a word that makes me itch:
I cringe when I hear ‘gobsmacked’:
I despise it much, and that’s a fact.
Coarse speech is not a modern scourge
yet I cannot help but urge
you all to get up a petition:
let’s send ‘gobsmacked’ to perdition.
I couldn’t find the original article but here’s The Guardian on the same subject.
And I really do hate the ‘g’ word.
What word/s do you despise?