So many words,

As many as in the sky, birds,

Or in our world an over-abundance of turds,

Of words there are many herds…

So few though to put down,

My mind a sieve straining from sound,

Scattered are words all over the ground,

While trying to find them all,

My headache starts to pound…

There they are, all written in print,

So many put down by many a writer,

Hard to see without my glasses unless I squint,

Words I cannot find,

If YOU do, then please, as to their whereabouts,

Do give me a hint…