Worky Weasel Words

'Twas midday and the monthly meet

Did drone and mumble in the room.

All speaky were the minion-men

Uriah Heepish in the gloom.



"Beware the jargon talk, my son!

The mimsy phrases meaning naught!

Across the piece and verticals,

And shunning simple English taught!"



He took his slides and stood up tall,

Long time the borrowed weasel word

So plagiarised from Brainyland

Were gathered thickly and inferred.



And, as the corporate not-really-words

Came a-waffling from his lungs,

Plan Speaking policeforce bursted in,

Arresting all who spoke in tongues.



'Twas midday, and the monthly meet

All suddenly became bright clear -

With simple phrases, quick, concise -

Some saner world? Long time, I fear.

Re: Worky Weasel Words

Very clever parody!