My young daughter invented a cute sub-adjective, the word "wingle". It exists only as a tagalong for "single", as in "you say that to me every single wingle time."
It occurred to me to convert it into a noun and write her this little poem about the pitfalls of excess.
I bought a single wingle
And it made me tingle
So I bought a double
And it made me trouble.
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