Sesquipedalian Sam

He commandeers the barstool like a podium at eight Commences bloviating on the vagaries of fate Pontificating physics and expounding on the war His circumlocution's talked us halfway round the floor He never met a syllable he couldn't multiply A sunset isn't pretty, it's a"coruscating sky" He obfuscates the obvious with idioms so thick The dictionary's dizzy and the thesaurus is sick Ask him how the weather is, then better grab a chair"Barometric conditions are prodigiously fair!" Sesquipedalian Sam! (Sam! Sam!) Turns"hello" to an epigram, (Sam! Sam!) He's verbose, grandiose, magniloquent and proud Quintessential bloviator, playing to the crowd Ubiquitous at parties, he's opining in the hall A myriad of maxims and a platitude for all He'll juxtapose hyperbole with adages arcane Perorating paragraphs to circumvent the plain The neighbors nod politely, though nobody comprehends His perspicacious discourse loses acolytes and friends He deems it magnanimous, dispensing all he knows A fusillade of phrases at admirers and foes Ask him for the time of day and cancel your affairs"The horologic state is post-meridian!" he blares Sesquipedalian Sam! (Sam! Sam!) Turns"hello" to an epigram, (Sam! Sam!) He's verbose, grandiose, magniloquent and proud Quintessential bloviator, playing to the crowd One quiet Sunday morning, Ruby caught him unaware She asked him, plain as daylight"Sam, do you really care?" The lexicon went silent, the orator ran dry His Latin fled the premises, his Greek waved him goodbye He took a breath and offered her the plainest words he knew Three small ones, unembellished - he whispered"I love you" Sesquipedalian Sam! (Sam! Sam!) Turns"hello" to an epigram, (Sam! Sam!) He's verbose, grandiose, magniloquent and proud But he saves his smallest treasures for the girl outside the crowd So let him bloviate, orate, pontificate on cue The grandest words are still the little ones"I love you" (I love you!)