My poem cannot match up to Vona Groake’s but in an attempt not lose momentum here is my effort on a favourite word. http://belljarblog.wordpress.com/2013/04/26/napowrimo-the-end-is-nigh/
the only word to describe my mother’s speech patterns
for years no word I had found could describe the confusion
The way she accosts shop assistants with her own brand of gibberish
I am gifted at unravelling, babarella becomes xena warrior princess
There are often cultural swaps, and as I age I blush more
And find myself spouting nonsense with conviction.