Oh just word one and then it’s done; no talkin’ spree
You need; it’s plain; you should refrain; you’re painin’ me.

Too much you say; meanings you clone—tautology.

I can’t believe that you won’t leave quite well alone.
It’s just not right, this strange sound bite. . .intone atone.

You don’t need “kine” added to “cows”—tautology.

Because with just one word, it’s plain:
It’s turd-burgeoned that scourge the plain.
Because we know spurge-splurging beasts
Don’t need a two-term feast.

So let’s be clear: if it’s “brew beer” that you should say,
You don’t bring home a drink with foam stated that way.

Just chug it down, but leave the foam on top for me.

Add “pigs” to “swine,” you will know now: tautology.

Redundancy gives me a pain,
Such as when I hear “panel pane.”
You know that a “sturgeon fish” feast
Drives me to drink with yeast. . .

That is, to beer; I’ll draw it near my lips and taste;
That frothy dome of hoppy foam I will not waste.
Fall on the ground because I’m stoned,
Beam shots in me,
Besotted me,
Taut sotted me*

* a tautology of sorts, with “tight” being one meaning of “taut”