Argute means shrewd.

That’s what I thought

But I forget my brain’s caught

In a tangle with my account ‘s mystery.

It looks similar to argue, to me.

It just has that one extra t.

Words are a jumble,

And my mind is humbled.

Argute is as clear as the sea.

Transmuted, arguted, diluted.

Our language is not quite pellucid.

But it has its own richness,

And is useful to witches

Who speech is, of need, convoluted.

Oh what joy I find playing with words;

Or writing my poems absurd.

It is free to us all

To gambol and call.

Lord love a duck . do  we care?