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  • You’re telling us that when a Bogotan steps in dog shit he cries, “lo que hace tu mascota?” A remarkably placid people, those Bogotans. (Bogotenes? Bogotanos?)

    BTW, the link seems to be a dud.

    December 15, 2017

  • The writing and sale never ceases

    Of guides and advice with the thesis

    That travelers need

    A docent to heed,

    Else fail in their periegesis.

    December 15, 2017

  • Thank you, bilby.

    Have you noticed that lately athletes and celebrities who are given praise will usually say that they are “humbled?” They can jog to the podium wearing an ear-to-ear grin, hoist the gaudy trophy and expand on how humbling the experience is. Of course, they are proud as peacocks, as they have a right to be, but they are unwilling to say so. I think that “humble” may be undergoing an inversion into its opposite. Just as “literally” has come to mean “figuratively,” I fear that “humble” will soon mean “proud.”

    I am an old-fashioned bloke and happy to declare that I am literally proud to receive your praise.

    December 14, 2017

  • The rough fellows draining the keg,

    Though wasted, played mumblety peg.

    It never would fail

    That one would impale

    A foot with a foul jockteleg.

    December 14, 2017

  • Repeat till your poem’s replete

    With hints of the joys indiscreet

    When epanalepsis

    Shall marry prolepsis

    And endlessly loop and repeat.

    December 13, 2017

  • I knew an old fellow called Jim

    Who told me it once was his whim

    To take a new name

    And make it a game

    To live a few days anonym.

    December 12, 2017

  • A pause before action is hesitancy.

    A trifling aversion is reticency,

    But if the refusal

    Is firmer than usual

    Reluctance amounts to a renitency.

    December 11, 2017

  • Though “brotherhood” cites an affinity

    Not literal consanguinity

    I still find it cloying.

    Most folk are annoying

    And striking for stark peregrinity.

    December 10, 2017

  • In swaddling we’re merely zoetic.

    At school we are coaxed to noetic,

    And if we’re well taught

    And deepen our thought

    We gracefully age to poetic.

    December 9, 2017

  • As outrages daily accumulate

    The choices confuse and obnubilate:

    To keep right on caring

    Or join the despairing?

    Which faction ought I to annumerate?

    December 8, 2017

  • Those learned in mystical lore talk

    Of wizard, bewitcher and warlock,

    And philters and potions

    To warp your emotions

    Kept hidden down deep in a dorlach.

    December 7, 2017

  • He is quite a self-effacing fellow, but I will confer with him.

    December 6, 2017

  • Most people think Ernest a dull gent

    Hi mom though is much more indulgent.

    To her he’s aglow,

    The star of the show,

    A man who is modest yet fulgent.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    December 6, 2017

  • When Ernest and friends fully lubricate

    Oh, how those staid scholars pursue debate!

    A great deal is said

    Though scant light is shed.

    They digress and hap’ly obnubilate.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    December 5, 2017

  • In hiring be never erroneous;

    The new guy could turn out felonious,

    So google his name

    In search of ill fame

    And pray that you find him idoneous.

    December 4, 2017

  • I reside in the city of Haverhill, Massachusetts. Lately I have been learning a lot about the origin of this name. A little over a week ago the Word of the Day was haverbread (see comments there), and today’s WotD, haverel, is a near homonym of the city name. The name of the city is pronounced in these parts as a two syllable word to rhyme with “cave thrill,” whereas the middle syllable in “haverel” gets some slight acknowledgment. I learned haver can mean oats/oatmeal or to talk foolishly. I have seen little of the former locally and find the latter no more abundant here than elsewhere. Of course, the American city is named after an English town. If anyone can testify to that town’s reputation for either oats or foolishness I would be glad to read it.

    In these troubled times the braver will

    Indulge in expressions most flavorful.

    A colorful word

    Is more likely heard

    When discourse is noisy and haverel.

    December 3, 2017

  • Most tropical places defeat

    The parting of water and heat.

    It’s simplest to purge it

    By filling a gurglet

    To make a sublimely cool treat.

    December 2, 2017

  • Most of the usage examples supplied apply the word as a synonym for “executioner.” None of the aggregated dictionaries (nor the OED) extend the word to include this meaning.

    December 1, 2017

  • To uncover truth and illumine

    Is highest of gifts that are human,

    But scoundrels like Trump

    Will cry, “Kill the ump!”

    In justified fear of the doomsman.

    December 1, 2017

  • He could be the fattest fat cat

    And feeding his greed in plain fact.

    The rabble aroused

    By lies he’s espoused

    Are played by a shrewd mobocrat.

    November 30, 2017

  • A stalactite drips in the night

    Begetting a child that’s upright,

    An offspring of crystal

    To rise obeliscal,

    In darkness a bright stalagmite.

    November 29, 2017

  • As Byron confessed to pal Shelley,

    “Mysterious urges compel me.

    I’m misunderstood.

    I’m trying to be good

    But forced to be always rakehelly.”

    November 28, 2017

  • Pigheadedness’ better relation

    Is stubbornness raised up a station,

    But reason defied

    With obstinate pride

    We dignify as obduration.

    November 27, 2017

  • Find fervent apostles of Trump’s

    In rustical family clumps.

    I ask: Must a numps’ kin

    Be always a bumpkin?

    Can cousins in town not be numps?

    November 26, 2017

  • Old-timers used ASCII and coffe

    Assembling slash and apostrophe.

    Now digital fogies

    They loathe mew emojis

    As prefab unearned ideography.

    November 25, 2017

  • For ages has crofter labor fed

    The gentry who lay late abed.

    They rise warm to eat

    Fine dainties of wheat;

    While cold crofters gnaw haverbread.

    November 24, 2017

  • The fading of recall is cruel

    So savor Thanksgiving and Yule

    And keep them in memory

    As though in a gemmary

    For each is a luminous jewel.

    November 23, 2017

  • Eat lots of fruitcake and I’ll wager

    The aftereffects will be major.

    They’ll shortly erupt

    Unplanned and abrupt

    In a way that is doubly a fragor.

    November 22, 2017

  • The old man despised daughter Beth

    So left her bereft at his death,

    And even nuncupative

    His will was vituperative,

    To wound her with his dying breath.

    November 21, 2017

  • Though most people think he is daft he

    Makes some think, “not crazy but crafty.”

    I doubt it’s a feint

    ‘Cause clever he ain’t.

    The man is authentically rafty.

    November 20, 2017

  • The nurture of worms will procure

    The thread for a cloth to thrill couture.

    There’s truly no ilk

    For elegant silk

    That’s patiently wound ‘round a filature.

    November 19, 2017

  • I can think of another definition:

    At naming of nates he’s astutist,

    Assessing the fullest and cutest.

    He calls them patoots

    Or maximal glutes;

    The man is a classical glutist.

    November 18, 2017

  • The Judgement by Bosch is a picture

    That study can always make richer

    So look and beware

    Of characters there,

    The lustful, the glutton, the micher.

    November 18, 2017

  • A limerick’s perfectly fine

    With rhymes at the end of the line,

    But really the best trick

    Would make it telestich,

    A challenge I’ll gladly decline.

    November 17, 2017

  • We dream of a heaven afar

    Viewing life as a long cafila,

    So though we are weary,

    The way slow and dreary,

    We trudge toward a bright Shangri-la.

    November 16, 2017

  • After months in the arctic I think

    My friends will recoil from my stink

    And read in my stare

    The stain of that glare,

    The infamous mad’ning ice-blink.

    November 15, 2017

  • Old Camelot’s typical habitude

    Promoted a genial placitude.

    Their war was all talk

    And battles were mock,

    Replcaed by fine costume and haslitude.

    November 14, 2017

  • She got a surprise, dead Nell did;

    She learned of a secret that hell hid:

    It’s no fiery bed

    But what you most dread.

    For warmth-loving Nell it is gelid.

    November 13, 2017

  • Oh, pity the smart Scottish boy

    Departing to take new employ:

    His future is bright

    But farewells a blight,

    For he bears the cost of his foy.

    November 12, 2017

  • See yoni and blush.

    November 11, 2017

  • Some brains are essentially blind

    To statements of figurative kind.

    To say that asemia

    Is mental anemia

    Would baffle the literal mind.

    November 11, 2017

  • Though seldom are ladies and men verbose

    On subjects so private and tenebrose:

    Know obstinate movement

    Is coaxed to improvement

    By silently sipping a senna dose.

    November 10, 2017

  • Stunt artists must practice the sham smack

    To make it look real - not a ham whack,

    And mime with precision

    The fist/face collision,

    Persuasively faking a lamback.

    November 9, 2017

  • Sub-rosa assassins and spies

    Must find a non-threatening guise -

    A helpful Rotarian

    Or harmless rosarian -

    To lead astray curious eyes.

    November 8, 2017

  • The best pie in all Ruritania

    Is layers of dough plus extranea!

    The thinner you roll it

    The more I’ll extol it,

    Admitting to deep phyllomania.

    November 7, 2017

  • Some men consider it just a sin

    To risk disarray from a gust of wind,

    So scarf and a cap

    Protectively wrap

    The delicate plumes of the muscadin.

    November 6, 2017

  • Admire his entrepeneurship;

    Applaud his keen connoisseurship!

    He’s captured his prize

    With well-crafted lies

    And crowned himself king of disworship.

    November 5, 2017

  • He once strutted proud and ascendant

    In glittering orange quite splendent.

    I’m sure he’ll look cute

    In a tangerine suit,

    The mark of the shackled defendant.

    November 4, 2017

  • A lalophobia sufferer’s weak

    At tasks that require he speak,

    But he can do fine

    With gesture and sign

    So miming’s the work he should seek.

    November 3, 2017

  • A murmur unnoticed before

    Now hubbub that’s hard to ignore.

    A growing fremescence,

    A kind of tumescence,

    That swells to a mighty uproar.

    November 2, 2017

  • It seems that an authentic deity

    Should get what he wants with velleity,

    Unless it transpire

    That gods don’t desire

    ‘Cause wanting conflicts with aseity.

    November 1, 2017

  • See gyre-carlin.

    October 31, 2017

  • Variously spelled: gyre-carline, gyre-carling, gyir-carling, gyre-carling, gy-carling, gay-carlin.

    October 31, 2017

  • Each dragon that’s fiercely fire-snarlin’

    Or toddlin’ ghoulish dire darlin’

    We may think adorable

    And cutely mock-horrible

    But dread the approaching gyre-carlin.

    October 31, 2017

  • Buy tripe that is bright white and spongey

    Then braise it with onions and fungi

    And leave it to simmer

    Till pallor grows dimmer

    And all is deliciously mungy.

    October 30, 2017

  • Some pols’ tool of choice is their wit

    For others faux bio’s more fit,

    But fibbing and jape

    Can’t match a good graip

    When Donald starts pitching his shit.

    October 29, 2017

  • Discernment was not her best quality

    So Sheila was flustered and all at sea:

    “The man I want ain’t

    Some fuckin’ Greek saint.

    That’s not why I’m takin’ menology!”

    October 28, 2017

  • By right he’s his party’s prolocutor

    By nature a cheesy provocateur.

    What little makes sense

    Still gives great offense.

    By God, the guy only can talk ordure!

    October 27, 2017

  • The boys at the bar slump and hunker

    And lie as they get ever drunker.

    Truth little avails

    To tame their tall tales

    Of conquests each made as a younker.

    October 26, 2017

  • The hunter’s a kind of assassin

    Whose keen eye will fatally fasten

    On sanglier young

    Who, killed, are then flung

    In pots for a meal of marcassin.

    October 25, 2017

  • They say that you can’t write a poem.

    So set yourself down and you show ‘em!

    Give ‘em rhythm and rhyme

    And make it sublime,

    With epilogue, footnotes and proem.

    October 24, 2017

  • The raids are increasingly bold,

    Now salmon are traded for gold.

    Oh, where is the paladin

    Who’ll rescue our alevin

    Before their breeding ground’s sold?



    October 23, 2017

  • In Oxbridge they boast of their past

    But plain speech would leave dons aghast,

    So high academia

    Will call it encenia

    To hide that they’re having a blast.

    October 22, 2017

  • For boys in the gentry of yore

    Birth order told what was in store.

    The first won the prize gig,

    The last was the tithe-pig,

    To serve in the church evermore.

    October 21, 2017

  • Our rights he erodes by attrition

    And justice withholds by omission.

    Our gov is gazumped

    Or, worse yet, it’s Trumped,

    Unless we achieve a dismission.

    October 20, 2017

  • Australians display an odd trait

    Addressing the lowly or great:

    Call it aphasia

    Or antonomasia

    But blokes of all kinds are called “mate.”

    October 19, 2017

  • The prescriptivist fights, and he shall again,

    Against the descriptivist’s balagan.

    He’ll rage and defame

    In the conference game

    But ‘tweentimes he’ll make him a pal again.

    October 18, 2017

  • In Mass. we will drop the last “R”

    Though some find the custom bizarre,

    But see bilby’s rhyme

    Those same would call crime!

    The Aussies are bolder by far!

    October 17, 2017

  • Though pains of the past still endure

    What oracle forecasts a cure?

    For that job enlist

    A probabalist -

    Mistrust any sage who’s too sure.

    October 17, 2017

  • They honor Ayn Rand and von Mises

    So know naught of judgment in crisis.

    In true catallactics

    The salient fact is

    Invariant truth fits all sizes.

    October 16, 2017

  • My couple has started this train

    Then bilby and I swapped disdain.

    A moiety’s done

    When I finish this one.

    Can we call it a demi-dizain?

    October 16, 2017

  • My fragile contentment was fleeting,

    Now marred by Tasmanian bleating.

    How comes he so hostile

    To OED gospel?

    In Oz does good sense stand for cheating?

    October 15, 2017

  • bilby has shrewdly discerned my reason for preferring the OED definition. In an emergency I invite the reader to repeat my contribution nine more times.

    October 15, 2017

  • A dutiful rhymer must strive

    To keep dying verse forms alive.

    The limerick style

    Succeeds in its trial

    So long as its lines number five.

    With negligible metrical strain

    Are limericks linked in a chain;

    The reader’s not troubled

    By limericks doubled

    To make a neglected dizain.

    October 15, 2017

  • As defined by the OED: A poem or stanza of ten lines.

    October 15, 2017

  • Old measures make palates alert

    At feasts for surveyors of dirt.

    They’ll fill up a plate

    With hides and virgate

    And caruscate cake for desert.

    October 14, 2017

  • To every question the girl asked

    His answer unheard would hurl past.

    She realized speed dating

    Is no way of mating

    And felt like a ship in a whirlblast.

    October 13, 2017

  • Alas, there’s no foe to be blamed,

    No noble defense to be claimed.

    A player defaced

    By a solo misplaced

    Abjectly admits he’s self-maimed.

    October 13, 2017

  • A fellow I know is a blogger,

    An alt-right conspiracy flogger.

    No absence of facts

    Or motive distracts

    From work of a true pettifogger.

    October 12, 2017

  • The Irish, my ancestral race,

    Play ball at a furious pace.

    They kick and they dribble

    But, sure, there’s no quibble -

    You don’t catch the ball with your face.

    October 11, 2017

  • Good Juliet, a nursing sensation,

    Would burst into sweet cantillation.

    Her unbidden trilling

    Made illness less chilling

    And filled me with warm consolation.

    October 11, 2017

  • In Tudor days only few could be

    A fat and contented feodary.

    The rich orphan scam

    (A pious old sham)

    Enabled enrichment quite duty-free.

    October 10, 2017

  • The OED provides the following definitions:

    1. a. One who holds lands of an overlord on condition of homage and service; a feudal tenant, a vassal.

    b. A subject, dependant, retainer, servant.

    2. An officer of the ancient Court of Wards.

    3. A confederate.

    The Collins Dictionary reports that it is “a variant spelling of feudary. ” Pronunciation guidance confirms “feud” as the first syllable.

    October 10, 2017

  • Rhetorical tempests do blight us

    And tweet blasts asudden affright us.

    The ship of state drifts,

    It plunges and lifts

    And shakes in the jaws of euripus.

    October 9, 2017

  • The lexical drudge must explain

    And make every mystery plain.

    The job is to teach

    The details of speech

    And spew forth examples amain.

    October 8, 2017

  • The new bride needs counsel to guide her

    But finds it too often denied her.

    The groom's jealous dam

    Makes family a sham,

    And glories in being a chidester.

    October 7, 2017

  • Fox hunters preparing to go

    Hear brazen horns wavering blow,

    But first a tantivy

    En masse to the privy

    Then mount with a brave tallyho!

    October 6, 2017

  • A door lock's a frail mechanism

    And ours is an archaic system,

    But she sees great glory in

    Devices Victorian

    So safety defers to ancientism.

    October 5, 2017

  • The stories appall the whole nation.

    The villains outrage in rotation.

    True, winners take spoils,

    But conscience recoils

    At boldness of such malversation.

    October 4, 2017

  • Though some think it clever and fancy

    I call it profane necromancy

    To exhume in job lots

    These mouldering Scots

    Like kippage and forlorn wanchancy.

    October 3, 2017

  • A transplant is tricky. Results may vary.

    A heart that once beat in a voluptuary

    May later be placed

    In one meek and chaste

    And render a future tumultuary.

    October 2, 2017

  • I'm following you this time. It's obvious that psst is an initialism for "pun surreptitiously secreted in text."

    October 1, 2017

  • It took me overnight, but when I awoke this morning I finally saw the pun buried deep in bilby's comment: "new Rolexes" - I think? In mysterious ways works that mind.

    October 1, 2017

  • When Gossip begins to flap her jaw

    The carrion crones will snap and caw

    And this will incite

    A backbiting blight,

    An orgy of spite and clapperclaw.

    October 1, 2017

  • I ponder the retro reflexes

    Of Britain's entrenched eurosceptics:

    Can doctors retrain

    The xenophobe brain

    Within bounds of strict neuroethics?

    September 30, 2017

  • A leader should be an enchanter

    And not a coarse bullying ranter.

    How comes it about

    We're led by a lout?

    Is it earned or a random mishanter?

    September 29, 2017

  • What blossoms in floral vernacular

    Are abject, albeit spectacular?

    What bouquet subsumes

    In penitent blooms

    Devotion while being piacular?

    September 28, 2017

  • Edmond Hoyle (1672 – 29 August 1769 was a writer best known for his works on the rules and play of card games. The phrase "according to Hoyle" came into the language as a reflection of his generally perceived authority on the subject; since that time, use of the phrase has expanded into general use in situations in which a speaker wishes to indicate an appeal to a putative authority.


    September 27, 2017

  • Debating, according to Hoyle,

    Exemplifies cool reason's toil.

    But reason is scant

    In goblinesque rant;

    It's heated and hate-fueled garboil.

    September 27, 2017

  • Thank you, kind ruzuzu.

    September 26, 2017

  • The task of the editing tribe

    Is chiding the indifferent scribe

    With signs not too obvious,

    Discreet, like the obelus,

    That seem more a hint than a jibe.

    September 26, 2017

  • Vulgarity fits, that's de minimis,

    But let's not be bashful or timorous:

    Each twitter enlarges

    The bill of our charges -

    The goblin and crew I call criminous.

    September 25, 2017

  • A German-speaking friend writes to tell me that I got the pronunciation of verein wrong, so here is another limerick to cover the bases.

    When cat and companion combine

    In union humano-feline

    I'm quite at a loss

    To know who's the boss.

    It must be a working verein.

    September 24, 2017

  • A rhymer should be fairly literate

    And rewriting must be inveterate

    To polish and shine

    And tune every line

    Until the damned verses are better writ.

    September 24, 2017

  • Surveying the legal terrain

    For linkage that will not enchain,

    Suppress your keen urge

    To partner or merge

    And choose a less binding verein.

    September 23, 2017

  • See epitomize.

    September 22, 2017

  • A nation thought noble and generous

    Looks threatening now and sinistrous.

    When governed by fear

    It's bound to appear

    No beacon of hope but facinorous.

    September 22, 2017

  • The farmer must fill up his days

    In trimming his crop so it pays.

    Folks stray in their walks

    Through maize in its stalks

    Enjoying the autumn mizmaze.

    September 21, 2017

  • A flea circus's basic equipage

    Is prone to some natural slippage,

    So dogs are kept by

    To replenish supply

    And muster the minimum kippage.

    September 20, 2017

  • Pale daybreak reveals a new mystery -

    Will ever we know the true history?

    The drinker's evasions

    On wounds and abrasions

    Amuse but are clear casuistry.

    September 19, 2017

  • Philosophers pursuing wisdom

    Are always at risk of simplism.

    Each elegant plan

    Will least govern man

    Achieving unique minarchism.

    September 18, 2017

  • Though long past her mouse-catching day

    She thinks current comforts her pay.

    This dizzy old cat

    Is a physiocrat,

    Convinced this is nature's true way.

    September 18, 2017

  • In waiting rooms outside the docs'

    The tv persistently squawks.

    Oh, please make it stop!

    It's crude agitprop -

    That 'news' they distribute at Fox!

    September 17, 2017

  • A wise soul takes pause and enjoys

    The balance of duties and joys.

    When harsh day is done

    Yet night not begun

    He savors the brief equipoise.

    September 16, 2017

  • Old Dante told so lurid a story

    Of suffering down in purgatory

    To make a good case

    That divine distaste

    Is stronger than objurgatory.

    September 15, 2017

  • See patrimony.

    September 15, 2017

  • To some he's a bad grammarian,

    To others a mad contrarian,

    But Ernest prefers

    Unfetttered words.

    He's truly a latitudinarian.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    September 14, 2017

  • On such things do they ruminate in Oz.

    September 14, 2017

  • From far and near hear them all ululate

    As grievances endlessly pullulate.

    The deeds that offend

    They cannot amend

    But, oh, are they able to fulminate!

    September 12, 2017

  • The power of wishing is awesome

    For dreaming can solve ills or cause 'em

    Select your wish well

    You may have to dwell

    Within your own heterocosm.

    September 11, 2017

  • His phony compassionate pose'll

    Be seen as a feeble proposal,

    The work of a loser,

    A clumsy fake newser,

    A "leader" who's only a losel.

    September 10, 2017

  • To lustful dyspeptic King Henery

    Contemplative types were the enemy,

    So monks and their abbots

    Were chased out like rabbits

    And torches were put to each cenoby.

    September 9, 2017

  • Use language with careful facility.

    Let silence project as humility.

    Some, when laconic,

    Seem downright moronic,

    The artful are praised for pauciloquy.

    September 8, 2017

  • The busker has trodden in motley

    And crowds have applauded him hotly,

    So nurtured his claim

    To fortune and fame

    Arriving, he's sure, odd-come-shortly.

    September 7, 2017

  • The man seemed a comical crock to us,

    But Trumpland turned out to be populous.

    The boastful jamoke

    No longer's a joke -

    The goblin has won and he's nocuous.

    September 6, 2017

  • My tossing and turning has ceased -

    The sun has arrived in the East.

    In darkness I'm mopeful

    But dawn makes me hopeful

    I'll grind out a couplet at least.

    September 5, 2017

  • The romantic cities of mystery

    Arise by shores of distant sea.

    Remotest on earth

    They tell me is Perth,

    Excelling in terms of longinquity.

    September 4, 2017

  • The audio buttons on Word entry pages have never worked on my iPad, although they do sometimes work on my pc. I should have checked the OED, which includes the accent aigu. I see now that Wordnik does have an entry for corvée as well. Picky, picky. I wonder what the word sounds like in strine?

    Your teen will account you a jerk

    If you should oblige him to work.

    He'll face with dismay

    His domestic corvee.

    It's deep in his nature to shirk.

    September 4, 2017

  • Officials who use inside dope

    May slither the slippery slope:

    Abuse and perversion

    Or simply parergon

    To help a poor senator cope?

    September 3, 2017

  • Your teen will account you a jerk

    If you should oblige him to work.

    He will resent sorely

    His domestic corvee.

    It's deep in his nature to shirk.

    September 2, 2017

  • When light fades to dim crepuscule

    Take heart in a new opuscule.

    A limerick writ

    Means brains that are fit,

    That time's not yet claimed a new fool.

    September 1, 2017

  • To know if the land's right for grain

    Assess what the crops can attain.

    If rainfall's the limiter

    Then build a lysimeter

    To see what the soil will retain.

    August 31, 2017

  • It sways with the swells and the breeze

    Where rivers flow in to the seas,

    The seafarer's token

    The long journey's broken,

    The weathered but welcome balize.

    August 30, 2017

  • My lettuce and spinach so leafy grow

    I plucked 'em along with radicchio.

    With oniony zest

    And casually dressed

    They make an inviting pasticcio.

    August 29, 2017

  • When this age is done (and God speed!)

    What monument fits Donald's deed?

    A faint anaglyph

    Carved in some cliff

    In lowest relief fills the need.

    August 28, 2017

  • I face a confounding conundrum:

    On alternate days I become dumb.

    My lyre is unstrung,

    The songs I'd have sung

    Are sunk in cacophonous humstrum.

    August 27, 2017

  • Memorializing lost friends

    The clamor of laughter ascends:

    Let drinks that we quaff

    Be their cenotaph.

    Fond recall's a marker that mends.

    August 26, 2017

  • The restless afflicted with stray foot

    Are never persuaded to stay put.

    Their home is a plane,

    A tour boat or train,

    Their worldly goods packed in a bahut.

    August 25, 2017

  • I knew a most privileged cat.

    The throne where this prodigy sat

    Was lavishly built

    With silver and gilt,

    Upholstered in rare galuchat.

    August 24, 2017

  • See another version of the back-handed compliment in comments at facetely.

    August 23, 2017

  • How praise when the show fails completely?

    Why, smiling, just comment discreetly,

    "You've never been better!"

    It's true to the letter

    And solves your dilemma facetely.

    See another solution to this problem in comments at dabster.

    August 23, 2017

  • The peace of the house may require

    A deaf ear to what could transpire.

    A prudent necessity

    Is selective cecity -

    To act the benevolent liar.

    August 22, 2017

  • Thank you, bilby.

    August 22, 2017

  • With passage of years we should learn

    That night's not the time for concern.

    Lay worries aside

    For they will abide

    And await when the sky turns azurn.

    August 21, 2017

  • A skunk came last night and he stinked us.

    I count this event a distinct plus:

    There's little that's minus

    In clearing the sinus

    And giving the throat a swift linctus.

    August 20, 2017

  • Is there a reason that toped (see 11/1/2016 below) is unacceptable?

    August 19, 2017

  • ebriosity

    August 19, 2017

  • The worst are consumed with ferocity;

    Protections alarm by their paucity.

    It's tempting to yield-

    Abandon the field-

    And sink into deep ebriosity.

    August 19, 2017

  • Oh, thanks to the generous pigeon

    Contributing his humble smidgen!

    He's doing his part

    For out-of-doors art

    With dollops of fresh white badigeon.

    August 18, 2017

  • If you would imbibe and waddle not

    Give heed to the size of bottle bought.

    The short road to ruin

    Is steep and it's strewn

    With many an empty pottle-pot.

    August 17, 2017

  • When first the spring meadows are greening

    The cycle of life shows most meaning.

    See four-footed young

    Like flowers new sprung,

    The foal and the calf and the yeanling.

    August 17, 2017

  • When bound for the last destination

    I hope to create no sensation,

    Ask no trumpet blast

    To hear at the last

    But subtle and sweet avolation.

    August 16, 2017

  • See Lucullan.

    August 15, 2017

  • So jealous are chefs of their story

    They'll quibble at terms gustatory.

    Your balls in a pot

    Will still get as hot

    And you'll claim it's all to your glory.

    August 15, 2017

  • In higher class fry cooking vessels

    Each savory orb of meat nestles.

    What mere cooks will call

    The common meatball

    A master chef turns into cecils.

    August 15, 2017

  • A diplomat viewing disaster

    Might say that the artist's a dabster.

    Though bungling's averred

    The Janus-faced word

    Is heard as the praise of a master.

    August 14, 2017

  • A fox pup must study and train hard

    Or risk he's dismissed as a caynard.

    The skulk's tough tuition

    Achieves full fruition

    In raising a wily red Reynard.

    August 13, 2017

  • As talk for the troubled's a palliative

    And Congress, a failing collaborative,

    Inept to the hilt

    Is Babel rebuilt,

    It's frantic and futilely babblative.

    August 12, 2017

  • Don't fall for the cynical listicle

    Where news is typically mythical.

    The "ten things you must"

    Are hot air and dust,

    Just click-bait that's wickedly twistical.

    August 11, 2017

  • On tv at most he was B-list

    (Absent a C- or a D- list)

    But still self-assessed

    As clearly the best.

    The goblin's a true autotheist.

    August 10, 2017

  • Thank you kindly, ruzuzu. The challenge with such words is to rrsist the obvious "-ography" rhymes but after years of this I am running out of dodges.

    August 10, 2017

  • Potemkin knew ways to delude.

    His town was struck down and renewed

    Repeatedly, doggedly,

    A feat of sceneography,

    The man was a talented dude.

    August 9, 2017

  • They say the great pyramid had it,

    Though sheathing of marble once clad it:

    The way to the tomb

    (And curses of doom)

    Began with a well-hidden adit.

    August 8, 2017

  • He copied the language and tone

    The goblin prefers on the phone,

    But, lacking the bite

    Of soul-searing spite,

    The Mooch proved a pale epigone.

    August 7, 2017

  • torque, v. to offend, to arouse anger.

    Ex.: Police say that between four counties, Jack McPeak stole flags from fire departments, schools, cemeteries, “and the one that really torques me off,” said Keith County Sheriff Jeff Stevens, “the American Legion.”


    Google "really torques me" to find many such examples. Kitit, in comments at tork, reports that this expression was common when he was a teenager in the 1960s. I am about the same age as Kitit and I do not recall hearing this expression while growing up in New England. It may be a regionalism.

    August 7, 2017

  • See torque.

    August 7, 2017

  • Remember the fun that it used to be

    Reciting beloved Mother Goosery?

    Those memorable rhymes

    Limned foibles and crimes,

    So making mind shaping more lusory.

    August 6, 2017

  • The footwear that's always in vogue in

    The Maine woods is clearly the brogan.

    They'll withstand the suck

    Of voracious muck

    Awaiting in every pokelogan.

    August 5, 2017

  • In dark streets the living have flown

    A ghostly voice pleads all alone.

    The cry of that tranter,

    Ethereal chanter,

    Is that of sweet Molly Malone.

    August 4, 2017

  • My cat chases sunlight in pathces

    And bathes in the warmth that attaches.

    Devout thermophile,

    She'll squirm for a while

    Then nap in each one that she catches.

    August 3, 2017

  • An expression that deserves reanimation.

    August 2, 2017

  • The suitor who will stimulate her

    Will be a sureness simulator,

    Implacably stout

    And scornful of doubt:

    Prince Charming the Opiniator.

    August 2, 2017

  • The hot show in town is neocracy

    With wonders the people will flock to see:

    The kleptocrat's portion!

    The moral contortion!

    A circus of preening hypocrisy!

    August 1, 2017

  • Enmeshed by so grievous events

    The sharp pang of panic relents.

    Sour fate dully rubs

    And makes mulligrubs

    From fevers of old discontents.

    July 31, 2017

  • Oh, hear the poet's gushing tongue

    Sing sweet, although a lushington!

    In drink, aloud,

    He charms the crowd,

    Yet on the page is nothing done.

    July 30, 2017

  • In Summer sweet passions can occur:

    There's many a sensual plan astir,

    So fruits of the season

    And wine beyond reason

    Fill young lover's hopeful hanaper.

    July 29, 2017

  • It's strange what comes to be beauteous:

    If renal disease put its root in us

    The optimist's eye

    Will ceaselessly try

    To spy the elusively luteous.

    July 28, 2017

  • sprung rhythm is rather elastic

    With changes from small to the drastic,

    So words you thought odd

    Can be even trod

    Though looking imparisyllabic.

    July 27, 2017

  • Cornelius tended to hurry.

    His gait on most days was a scurry,

    His costume, unkempt,

    A failing attempt

    To shape something more than a lurry.

    July 26, 2017

  • Put trust in no helmet or brassard

    For life is a game played at hazard,

    So fate's subtle arts

    Will find softer parts

    And kick your incompetent ass hard.

    July 25, 2017

  • The throwing of veggies is rude -

    A terrible waste of the food

    But I find good cause with

    The faux golden jawsmith

    Provoking a food throwing mood.

    July 24, 2017

  • A basement's decidedly plain

    And will for the many remain,

    But go win the Lotto

    And build you a grotto,

    An oenophile's cave or souterrain.

    July 23, 2017

  • When Ernest paces and frets all alone

    He prays for a call on the phone.

    To garner a word,

    Remotest preferred,

    He'll find the brachistochrone.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    July 23, 2017

  • We've made luxurious sport

    Of fingers reputedly short

    We'd be less elated

    To learn they're falcated,

    A brevity of ominous sort.

    July 21, 2017

  • A rhymer grown weary and stressed

    Does work that's not always the best.

    He needs a sabbatical

    In some sweet habitacle -

    A rhymless and rhythm-free rest.

    July 21, 2017

  • This house was once classy, by gosh,

    The walls with proud details awash.

    Some long-ago master

    Of decorative plaster

    Had spun out a web of guilloche.

    July 19, 2017

  • It matters not pale-faced or black

    In cities or furthest outback:

    The Aussies converse

    In patterns perverse;

    It's tall tales and endless borak.

    July 18, 2017

  • Beware lest like Eve you should meet

    A serpent who lies for a treat.

    That wily old snake meant

    To purvey a fakement

    For sheer love of simple deceit.

    July 17, 2017

  • From what I read you had to eat leaves and stems too, but I suspect wine was the point. The customers came eagerly and left happy.

    July 16, 2017

  • When rich folk felt clogged and unfree

    They'd travel to mountains or sea,

    Or make an escape tour

    Including a grape-cure

    To purge them of turgid ennui.

    July 16, 2017

  • A small-minded leader is fractious,

    One shriveled in heart is disastrous,

    But heaven forfend

    Our fate should depend

    On one who is brachydactylous.

    July 15, 2017

  • Your dress and gesture bespoke your role

    And safest in those days was a prole

    To retain your head

    For a cap of bright red

    While dancing a mad carmagnole.

    July 14, 2017

  • A cave man might woo her with banter

    Or show shiny stones to enchant her,

    If wise she'll require

    That he light a fire

    Before she'll bed down in his antre.

    July 13, 2017

  • A lawyer can put on a show

    Of precedents, row upon row.

    It beggars belief

    To call it a "brief,"

    So name it instead "bordereau."

    July 12, 2017

  • A mystery cult needs a team

    To manage how origins seem

    And stem any schism

    Like euhemerism

    That threatens to spoil the dream.

    July 11, 2017

  • A marketeer hungry for fame

    Will give common practice a name.

    A vocalization

    Like glocalization

    Refreshes the same weary game.

    July 10, 2017

  • He's more than a chip off the block;

    This cave man is cock of the walk.

    Not Dad's eolith

    But rad neolith

    Is what he can knock from a rock.

    July 9, 2017

  • I am not a polyglot hero.

    My knowledge of Spanish is zero.

    I'd rather write "pasture"

    Than risk a disaster

    In rhyming with agostadero.

    July 8, 2017

  • At meetings of Lexical Nation

    A collation precedes some potation.

    There's never a chance

    They simply will "dance;"

    The evening must end in tripudiation.

    July 7, 2017

  • Though beef was but rarely a fisc fit

    On Paddy's Day they'd always risk it.

    The immigrant tide

    Took pleasure and pride

    In platters of cabbage and brisket.

    July 6, 2017

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  • The Word of the Day limerick for July 27, 2017 is meant to be read in the context of the comment posted at logothete on September 4, 2014.

    June 27, 2017

  • Thank you, ruzuzu. Verse is not neccessary but your good wishes are much appreciated. I only wanted to acknowledge Erin's gesture and to prepare my excuses in advance in case I miss a day here and there.

    June 3, 2015

  • Dear qms,

    I'm sorry I haven't written a get-well verse for you yet. Everything I try to rhyme betrays my dislike of cars and drivers--and since most of the people I know happen to be drivers, I thought maybe I'd cool off for a bit.

    Get well soon,


    June 3, 2015

  • Did your vault parse the arc of a diver?

    Or a ballerina's poise: didst thou outstrive her?

    But forgive me this jest,

    I wish you and elbows my best,

    *shakes fist at said stupid driver*

    June 1, 2015

  • Kind Wordniks: In her generous verse of yesterday erinmckean referenced my injury, which could interfere with submissions to Wordnik. On my last bike ride, May 22 (alas, my last for some time I'm afraid) an inattentive driver cut in front of me, so

    My dismount was the handlebar vault - 
    A gracefully arcing somersault.
    An elbow twice broken
    And concussion betoken
    The boldness of that asphalt halt.

    Two days ago I had surgery to nail my funny bone back into place. Fortunately (or not - there are opinions) I have been able to continue limericizing. This is a tribute to Erin's helpfulness and the power of OCD.

    May 31, 2015

  • At Wordnik we are truly blessed

    To have, as lyricist, qms.

    Although a recent awkward injury

    may make his typing a bit gingery

    we still daily receive of his best.

    May 30, 2015

  • The annum revolves from last to next

    But yields no daily tempting text.

    Is there some curse

    On good-natured verse

    Or will 2015 be lexically hexed?

    January 1, 2015

  • Dear Wordniks my aim is to woo you
    To visit "community" if you choose to.
    Let not this hiatus
    Depress or abate us,
    Let's flock to the beckoning ruzuzu.

    December 25, 2014

  • Thanks, qms! I was thinking that in the meantime maybe we should just congregate on one of the word pages--community makes as much sense as any. See you there?

    December 24, 2014

  • I especially admire your last few limericks. Keep up the good work!

    December 15, 2014

  • By rights this should be posted on the account of the user lozonbeatty, but that account will soon be squished to wriggling flatness by the almighty thumb of erinmckean, if it has not already been so reduced. I post my comment here so that it will not be collateral damage.

    I was struck by the last few sentences of lozonbeatty’s message, that is, three or four sentences, depending on one’s inclination to generosity:

    I experience scorching soon after using the tablet. and that i sweat quite a bit .they explain to me it is because the tablet si performing for me. I m seriously pleased with this particular outcome.

    There is something of poetry and of perversion in these words. I had hoped that bilby might address this, but he is probably out snowshoeing, or whatever it is they do in the Australian Winter. I have not his gift for mock Spammish so I must resort to my native idiom to give lozonbeatty some advice:

    Anent your fiery fat pill story

    More testimony is obligatory.

    You should be testing

    Other ways of ingesting.

    Suppose you try suppository?

    July 3, 2014

  • On any page, scroll down to the bottom, then click on the Community link under News. That will take you to what we used to call 'the front page' of the site where you can see all the latest user comments (and some other stuff). Sometimes you'll see that a 'conversation' between frequent users is developing on a particular word.
    Doorbelling is also fine, we do that too.
    p.s. There should also be a Community link on the black bar at the top.

    January 1, 2014

  • You can comment on any word except the Word of the Day in the WotD section.

    Your double bracket theory is correct, you can make a clickable link to any word's page by doing that. Then just scroll down till you find the comment box.

    December 19, 2013

  • I seem to have managed to make everything a comment FOR qms ABOUT qms. What I would like to do is offer comment FROM qms about a word. I wonder if double brackets on a word such as hebetude would land me in a useful place.

    December 19, 2013

  • From 11/27/2013, hebetude

           Thanksgiving, 2013
    We dine this day on heaps of food,
    Then slump in sleepy lassitude.
    Sad bales of clothes
    Near comatose –
    Though conscious, sunk in hebetude.

    December 19, 2013

  • WotD for 12/06/2013, subnivean

                Snow Fleas
    To Winter they're not giving in
    To slumber in chilly oblivion.
    They cheerfully go
    Underneath the snow
    And, happy there, hop subnivean.

    December 19, 2013

  • I have encountered enough success at posting a comment to look back a bit for other Word of the Day offerings that I have limericized. My skills as an archivist are weak, but I have found a couple.

    From 12/11/2013, cete

    "Coitus" supplies a word for "mate;"

    A batch of badgers it names "cete."

    It could be fun to view

    What those badgers do

    If, like words from roots, they proliferate.

    December 19, 2013

  • From 12/05/2013, morosoph

    The lit'ry world may haughtily scoff

    And judge the writer in some way "off,"

    But a limericist's tools

    Are the insights of fools.

    The form is the art of the morosoph.

    December 19, 2013

  • You can comment on the word cacchinate, though not on the Word Of The Day entry which is in a different part of the site.

    December 18, 2013

  • the meter is funky - a bit to the left of the limerick
    I like it!

    December 18, 2013