If you marry a linguist , just choose a philologist: I married a linguist but got a philoloquist. You’d call her loquacious? I’d call her omniloquist. Clickety-clackety, what a capacity, Illogicalilty matching loquacity! She’ll go it alone, self sufficing soliloquist, When there’s folks or myself- she’s, well, still a soliloquist. No let-up at night-time, right next a somniloquist. I get it from all sides: sure she’s a ventriloquist Death doesn’t stand a chance: I guess she’ll deliver her own funeral oration, Eloquent autobioloquist.