This leiothrix esteems today’s English to be codswallop, unintelligible to our longfathers.

Holonyms and their associated meronyms, to the nethermost level, a panoply of prodigious constellation, are the crinkum-crankum of the Queen’s tongue, not fandangles for nithings and dandiprats besotted by linguistic errantry.

Today, disconfustication, for elucidation, has hithered our language toward palaverous flummery.

To rectify this situation, hereupon we ought cease mollycoddling those lollygagging lurdans, abjure modernity, and espouse lexical involution.