[...]if you talk any more flummery to me, Frederica, I shall give you one of my—er—icy set-downs!(Alverstoke)
I may have stumbledand stammered at your unexpected push, but the breezeanchored me and I learnt the art of survival
Before i could utter a word, my listeners had left me long ago.
I may be deprived of eloquence, but my mind can never be a dumb.
Most often when I stammerThat's my brainCorrecting my grammer.