The Verbose Land Of Loquacious Mortals Poem by Hannington Mumo

Welcome to the verbose land of loquacious mortals
Where ' no stone shall remain unturned',
And if you should fall into the hands of our gifted muggers
Or get your car injured among our motley potholes,
Worry not, for '' watertight measures are freshly underway, '
And '' we shall bring to book the embezzlers of road titivation funds',
And shall they 'carry their own cross in the broad light of day'
'' Caught in the firm grip of the laws' long hands! '

We're ' in the dedicated and devoted service to all',
'Our slogan in times of peace and war';
Stay in our verbose land of garrulous mouths,
As well as of idle hands:
Speakers are smooth and straight,
But doers postpone and wait.