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  • The old man was shriveled and wizened,

    The lassie however was lithesome.

    I’ve heard it reported

    The ways she contorted

    Brought on a discreet microseism.

    July 17, 2018

  • Thanks, zuzu. Can we make this a regular date?

    July 16, 2018

  • In appearance it’s comically kookie -

    Both mutt and raccoon - a tanuki!

    A gigantic scrotum

    Is his magic totem.

    That’s fable but still pretty spooky.

    July 16, 2018

  • I’d rather be elsewhere than stay

    In caverns where nightmares can prey.

    It’s foolish, not brave

    To enter a cave

    Unless you’ve been shown a manway.

    July 15, 2018

  • The tasks to support agriculture

    Include an unglamorous dull chore,

    As most men will find

    That milling’s a grind,

    Relieved by receipt of the multure.

    July 14, 2018

  • Isadora, oldtimers allege,

    Would dance in a cloud of Arpège,

    Adorned all the while

    With only a smile

    And diaphanous wisps of barege.

    July 13, 2018

  • Your status you may well enhance

    By carefully casual dalliance.

    The rich and the great

    Are stylishly late,

    And greater the longer the tarriance.

    July 12, 2018

  • The Word of the Day definitions for “pugging” omit one that I find intriguing. Both GNU and the CDC suggest “thieving” as a synonym. Although its normal use is as an adjective it works just fine as a noun.

    Whenever not smugly flag hugging

    He’s giving the gov’mint a mugging.

    He’s snug with rich thugs

    Who buzz thick like bugs

    Engorged with the glut of their pugging.

    July 11, 2018

  • The job of enclosing and snugging

    Needs patience for doing the pugging,

    A good eye and feel

    To make clay congeal

    And strength for the tedious lugging.

    July 11, 2018

  • If you should be born a narwhal

    And find it won’t suit you at all,

    Apply to a shaman

    To make you a cayman

    Or other exotic nahual.

    July 10, 2018

  • The landscape’s a bleak desolation,

    Too grim to bear long contemplation.

    A guy could do worse

    Than write silly verse

    While giving the news aversation.

    July 9, 2018

  • I sought the report and I’ve read it -

    Our genes are now subject to edit.

    Disrupting concinnity

    And delicate synteny

    Might serve as a reason to dread it.

    July 8, 2018

  • In heartwarming tableaux of old

    The prospector pans for his gold;

    The motorized trommel

    Is now what is normal,

    A scene that leaves dreaming hearts cold.

    July 7, 2018

  • Milady likes tea that’s served punctual

    With certain wee treats that are munchable.

    All implements furnished

    Are brilliant and burnished,

    Laid out in a pattern quincuncial.

    July 6, 2018

  • It could be a slavish faux Putinism

    Or native enjoyment of brutalism,

    Or weak leader’s dread

    Of being gainsaid

    That fosters his crude absolutism.

    July 5, 2018

  • The gestures are false but methodical:

    Flag hugging is crudely symbolical;

    His staging quite brims

    With anthems and hymns

    And all of it mock patriotical.

    July 4, 2018

  • Good people be silent and hark ye!

    Believe not the goblin’s malarkey!

    He’ll wheedle and flatter

    But words do not matter.

    He means to construct an autarchy.

    July 3, 2018

  • Many years ago I saw a notice of a talk to be given at MIT: “Viscous Vortices on the Vertical Verges of Variable Velocity Vessels.” I did not attend but I have wondered since if the speaker had anything substantive to say on the subject or just could not resist alliteration.

    July 3, 2018

  • Very generous, bilby, thank you. I am grateful not only for the compliment but for reassurance that I am not alone out here. Where is everybody?

    July 2, 2018

  • A bon vivant might play a new card

    Affecting a flashy foulard,

    But such fashions fade

    As soon as they’re played

    Replaced by the latest boutade.

    July 2, 2018

  • Impoverishment is a damn nuisance

    But think of these words in a new sense:

    A currency which is

    A transfer of riches -

    A free and renewable two cents.

    July 1, 2018

  • To live in Hong Kong can be dicey -

    The housing is terribly pricey.

    The rents are so bloated

    That often they’re quoted

    In carats per month or in sycee.

    July 1, 2018

  • The place was a burning solarium

    So, wilting, he waved his orarium;

    Thus Caesar conveyed

    His need for some shade,

    And slaves trotted out the velarium.

    June 30, 2018

  • The eugenics project resulted in

    An unsatisfactory cultigen.

    Reversing bold plans

    They bred Yankees fans

    Instead of a species of ultra-men.

    June 29, 2018

  • In whom is such consummate talent seen,

    Picasso perhaps, or in Balanchine?

    What chef can impart

    That tone of high art

    We seek in the glistening galantine?

    June 28, 2018

  • When efforts at mending and wrappage

    Can’t hide your tin lizzie is crappage

    Then turn in your honey

    And take the blood money

    To buy a new friend with the scrappage.

    June 27, 2018

  • The harried mom desperately reasoned

    Her brat needed mush highly seasoned.

    The trick was a help;

    It silenced her whelp

    By stifling his cries in his weasand.

    June 26, 2018

  • A taste for the market stampede

    And years in the bourse may well lead

    To regal facility

    For rustic gentility

    At the court of your summer bastide.

    June 25, 2018

  • Now some people browse for a swap

    And others use Paypal to shop,

    But oniomania

    Infects certain crania

    And online they never need stop.

    June 24, 2018

  • Antiquity’s singers were apt to tell

    Of ominous blooms of asphodel.

    Persephone’s bower

    Was full of this flower,

    Bred of the netherworld’s sapropel.

    June 23, 2018

  • Big Bird, on a new diet slant,

    Suggests that his pal eat an ant,

    But Ol’ Snuffleupagus

    Is not myrmecophagous.

    He tries to comply but he can’t.

    June 22, 2018

  • For pessimists life has gone dark

    Lit only by danger’s faint spark.

    Expressions of joy

    Serve but to annoy

    A sufferer shrouded in cark.

    June 21, 2018

  • When striving and troublesome quest abate

    And days of diversion and rest await,

    I’ll work to no goal

    Nor pay labor’s toll,

    For starting tomorrow I’ll estivate.

    June 20, 2018

  • It pleases us all to play critic

    And make our assessments acidic.

    Oh, let us not hasten

    To cavil and chasten

    But walk with the other a bittock.

    June 19, 2018

  • There’s many a line to be drawn

    To finish my chiliagon.

    With pencils and rules

    And paper my tools

    With patience I’ll see you anon.

    June 18, 2018

  • Warhol had an ingenious plan

    To paint a tomato soup can.

    He knew to expect hype

    And many an ectype.

    Call Andy a shrewd businessman.

    June 17, 2018

  • We plan, we prepare and we scheme

    Constructing the future we dream,

    But by nature’s kindness

    We’re sheltered by blindness

    And spared the despair of foregleam.

    June 16, 2018

  • Its origin in Middle English raten etc. is thoroughly documented above.

    June 15, 2018

  • The cries made in old Pomerania

    Are echoed in our Pennsylvania.

    The party that’s out

    Still gives a great shout

    Of outrage at such squandermania.

    June 15, 2018

  • The goblin in triumph has stunned the nation;

    Let’s pray that his tenure is one duration.

    What words can convey

    Our fear and dismay?

    Oh dammit! And bother! And thunderation!

    June 14, 2018

  • Philosophers routinely postulate

    And pundits are prone to prognosticate

    But if you’d be blessed

    A twitcher knows best,

    Whose passion is always to auspicate.

    June 13, 2018

  • To those who will beg to be friend

    The goblin may well condescend.

    A different matter

    Are those who won’t flatter

    And these he is pleased to vilipend.

    June 12, 2018

  • Should friends be inclined to support

    Or join in the trumpish cohort

    Then make it your chore

    To strongly deplore,

    To reason, implore and dehort.

    June 11, 2018

  • The mayfly begins life at dawn,

    By sundown the wee beast is gone,

    And all it desires

    Before it expires

    Is love with a friendly ephemeron.

    June 10, 2018

  • It would be shellfish of me to want more praise.

    June 10, 2018

  • When high tide arrives they get moister,

    Then quahogs and cherrystones roister,

    But twice-daily frolics

    Of mud-dwelling mollusks

    Are spurned by the dignified oyster.

    June 9, 2018

  • Oh, why must her tongue unduly wag

    And flail like a scourge to cruelly nag?

    Her chosen life path

    Is unbridled wrath

    To hector and chide and bullyrag.

    June 8, 2018

  • Also see comments at cunctatory.

    June 7, 2018

  • Old Aesop once in drunken glory

    Concocted a famed but bunkum story

    Of rabbit and turtle.

    A tale ever fertile

    That comforts today the cunctatory.

    Also see comments at cunctative.

    June 7, 2018

  • What praise has this rivulet due it

    That dies if the dew not renew it?

    But readers are fickle

    And even this trickle

    Gains charm if you call it a spruit.

    June 6, 2018

  • Misspelling of putschist?

    June 6, 2018

  • Be patient with Malcolm the malcontent.

    It’s not that he’s always recalcitrant,

    But suffers from bouts

    Of worries and doubts

    That make him reluctant and vacillant.

    June 5, 2018

  • The stirring in regions chthonic

    And warming of earth are synchronic

    As seeds grow and flourish

    To comfort and nourish,

    Encouraged by skills geoponic.

    June 4, 2018

  • See comments at clough.

    June 3, 2018

  • Aren’t gorge and ravine quite enough

    For valleys and such hollowed stuff?

    Barranca and canyon

    Don’t need a companion.

    I think we’ll dispense with this “clough”.

    See comments at barranca.

    June 3, 2018

  • When buzzards descend and alight

    Then plutocrats take an affright

    And fiercely abjure

    All Satan’s allure.

    At Hell’s looming gate they’re attrite.

    June 2, 2018

  • Now sturdy’s an interesting word.

    I note it derives from a bird.

    I see how the thrush

    Could seem like a lush

    But why did they call it a turd?

    June 1, 2018

  • The worshippers, eager and gleeful,

    Now thronging their civic cathedral

    In service of sport

    Send prayers of support

    To heaven from temples hypaethral.

    June 1, 2018

  • Adverbial form of the verb ‘to snarf’.

    May 31, 2018

  • Ahoy there, puyan!

    May 31, 2018

  • madmouth, I am pleased to have tickled you. (In a purely notional sense, of course. No touching involved. Kept my hands in my pockets.)

    May 31, 2018

  • Oh, stranger, I ask have you seen

    Her eyes, so sublimely serene?

    The depth of both gem

    And sky is in them,

    Cerulean yet lazuline!

    May 31, 2018

  • There once was a drunk named McCarthy

    Consuming all alcohol snarfly.

    His limit once struck

    He’d quickly upchuck

    Sustaining his drinking bouts barfly.

    May 30, 2018

  • The scholars arrived in a schooner

    And drinking began all the sooner

    For, as sailors will,

    They fired up the still

    And raised up their first nipaluna.

    May 30, 2018

  • But given Australia’s colorful history I am sure that in time the origin of “nipaluna” will be construed to be a politer version of “sip-o’-moonshine.”

    May 30, 2018

  • In Scotland they claim there is charm in it

    And doctors do say there’s no harm in it,

    But eating of haggis

    I’m certain would gag us

    Because we’re alarmed by the tharm in it.

    May 30, 2018

  • The victory sure was suspicious,

    Defying the voters’ clear wishes,

    Not obvious fraud

    But obscurely odd,

    Obtained by some means obreptitious.

    May 30, 2018

  • Mike Cohen’s a slippery twister

    Who loves to be thought a slick fixer.

    At law he’s the dreg,

    A shabby jackleg,

    But passably good as a trickster.

    May 29, 2018

  • *The monkey doffs his hat,*

    May 28, 2018

  • The judge with his voice all a-tremor

    Ordered the witness’s hem lower.

    Miniskirts are distractions

    In criminal actions

    And get you adjudged a contemnor.

    May 28, 2018

  • It’s either foolhardy or brave

    To capture the sense of enclave

    While leaving in place

    The lexical space

    To service its shadow, exclave.

    See https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enclave_and_exclave

    May 27, 2018

  • It’s boring to be incognito,

    Celebrity, though, gets my veto.

    Expose with great care

    The parts you will share;

    You should be a work of sgraffito.

    May 26, 2018

  • A Christmas card list has a quality

    At first of good cheer and frivolity.

    By decades that column

    Grows more and more solemn

    And ossifies into necrology.

    May 25, 2018

  • The lumberjacks lay down their peaveys

    And gypsies dispose of their tea leaves.

    Good sense is forsaken

    And liberties taken

    While Erin consorts with the Kiwis.

    May 24, 2018

  • Conversing in mode quodlibetical

    My contrary friend is heretical.

    In subsequent talks

    He’s more orthodox

    To savor all joys antithetical.

    May 24, 2018

  • See bezel.

    May 24, 2018

  • On lonely roads nothing is rarer than

    That stranger should prove a samaritan,

    So pray he’s a blellum

    Or at worst a skellum

    But never a prey hunting cateran.

    May 23, 2018

  • It‘s no term of slighting disdain;

    Like “out of this world” it’s no stain.

    Without taint of “boring”

    But downright adoring,

    It’s good to be ultramundane!

    May 22, 2018

  • A noble aspiration. Good luck.

    May 21, 2018

  • Up high in the Andes the folks say

    The chewing of coca is ok.

    It’s sovereign cure

    For pains of the poor

    And proof against dreaded soroche.

    May 21, 2018

  • The shy matador’s bright idea

    For wooing the haughty Maria

    Was a sweet serenade

    For that tease of a maid,

    Backed up by his loyal cuadrilla.

    May 20, 2018

  • I think a serial comma is fussy, foolish and redundant.

    May 19, 2018

  • See comments at expunction.

    May 19, 2018

  • A comma should serve a clear function

    Not pester a healthy conjunction.

    At the end of a list

    It need not exist.

    I call for its lasting expunction.

    See serial comma.

    May 19, 2018

  • I have added forensic but I realize he (she?) may be the relative nobody wants to acknowledge. If he is unwelcome I will return to cast him into outer darkness. (If I can figure out how to delete an item frm a list.)

    May 18, 2018

  • Ma Nature conducts such a merry dance

    Ingeniously fostering variance,

    With tectonic drift

    And mountains’ uplift

    Deployed in the cause of vicariance.

    May 18, 2018

  • I like finding rhymes recherché,

    The fanciful, rare or outré,

    But often I flail

    To little avail

    And serve up a soup réchauffé.

    May 18, 2018

  • Suggestive are names on the rig:

    They drill till the gusher is big;

    A roustabout’s lusty

    But (read it and trust me),

    The big score’s a toolpusher’s gig.

    May 17, 2018

  • Do you think I ought to charge a rate per rhyme or just hold limericks hostage?

    May 17, 2018

  • Something here is sadly awry.

    May 16, 2018

  • Oh, Plato would weep if he was to see

    The state of our current democracy,

    Our meanest and least

    At hubristic feast

    And mocking poor starving sophrosyne.

    Pronunciation note: so-FROZ-a-nee

    May 16, 2018

  • To minimize spoiling and lossage

    The butcher stacks shrewdly his sausage.

    The look is unkempt

    But fashioned to tempt,

    The oldest protruding like bossage.

    May 15, 2018

  • A rock speeding in from infinity

    Can slow in the stellar vicinity

    And give up deep space

    For the solar embrace

    To circle in languid concinnity.

    May 14, 2018

  • It calms the old girl when she’s jumpy

    And cheers her on days when she’s grumpy.

    The proper elixir

    For all that afflicts her

    Is pomaceous nectar called scrumpy.

    May 13, 2018

  • We drank from the shell of a nautilus

    Till skolion wearied the lot of us

    Then made dirty jests

    And bragged of conquests

    And spent the last wine playing cottabus.

    May 12, 2018

  • The winter left us melancholic

    But May arrives bright and bucolic -

    Cavorting and gambols

    And giggles in brambles

    And all sorts of innocent frolic.

    May 11, 2018

  • I liked the old comical fest that

    Included the conical dress hat

    And caldron a-stew

    With dark witches’ brew,

    Now banned at canonical esbat.

    May 11, 2018

  • "Deplorables" can mean the louche,

    The wicked man coarsely uncouth,

    Or simple unwise

    Who swallows his lies,

    The gullible, gaping gobemouche.

    May 10, 2018

  • Also called a taffy pull.

    https://pioneerthinking.com/old-fashioned-taffy-pull-party-how-to-host-your-own

    May 9, 2018

  • This virtual college of dance

    Will teach you to caper or prance:

    The gambol is wilder

    A tittup much milder.

    Cavorting might suit you, perchance?

    May 9, 2018

  • Young ladies whose morals are sloppy

    May yield to the call of the poppy.

    With that fatal taste

    Have lives gone to waste

    And heroine turned into taupie.

    May 9, 2018

  • Long gone is the beastly couture

    That wrapped up the swells in pellure.

    Farewell to the feathers

    And exotic leathers,

    Replaced now with sinless velure.

    May 8, 2018

  • Compare gangewifre.

    May 8, 2018

  • Compare attercop.

    May 8, 2018

  • One of the most memorable opening lines of any novel is that that begins Anthony Burgess’s Earthly Powers:

    "It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me."

    This is in medias res with a vengeance.

    May 7, 2018

  • A yodel I figured had solely been

    A feature of regions tyrolean,

    But wine and a lyre

    I bet could inspire

    The Greeks to claim it’s a skolion.

    May 7, 2018

  • Les voyageurs of long, long ago

    Could carry but little cargo

    A fragile canoe,

    Held a musket or two,

    An axe and a handy barlow.

    May 6, 2018

  • When gravity’s dictates are followed

    The river finds rock that is hollowed.

    The miner’s will call it

    A damnable swallet,

    And live in the fear they’ll be swallowed.

    May 5, 2018

  • ruzuzu, you are a generous soul. I thank you.

    May 5, 2018

  • The prospect with horror does fill me!

    I don’t know where word nerds then will be.

    Why purge grace and wit?

    There’s little of it,

    Except in the postings of bilby.

    May 4, 2018

  • Because of severe tritanomaly

    I view my environs abnormally.

    You may think it crazy

    But critics still praise me

    No matter I paint so abominably.

    May 4, 2018

  • Compiling my beach reading queue

    I like an O’Brian or two.

    But swashbuckling numbers

    Disrupt my sweet slumbers -

    At bedtime verism will do.

    May 3, 2018

  • His tweeting’s vituperative art

    And close to his putative heart.

    Some spittle to pump it in

    The Trumpian sumpitan

    Then blowhard delivers his dart.

    May 2, 2018

  • The critics praise Pope only tepidly

    His work is too witty and echoey.

    His epics are mock

    So scholars still balk

    To classify any as epopee.

    May 1, 2018

  • Friar Fred was a snorer and snorter

    And brotherly tempers grew shorter.

    The last straw was farting;

    This led to the parting

    As Fred was expelled from the dortour.

    April 30, 2018

  • Do we have a word for the dread

    That pangolins lurk in the shed,

    Or spiny echidna

    Invade the exedra

    And cobras wait curled in the bed?

    April 29, 2018

  • The proud and committed marines

    All know what a leatherneck means.

    They cherish that name

    And combative fame

    They’ve earned as relentless gyrenes.

    April 28, 2018

  • Variety covers show biz

    And glories in tags like Les Mis.

    For such razmataz

    And verbal pizazz

    Just give the old rag a quick squizz.

    April 27, 2018

  • Uber in the Andes.

    April 27, 2018

  • See dress suit.

    April 27, 2018

  • The lumberjack loved his new mannequin

    And, oh, what a noisy shenanigan!

    The ecstatic cries

    And heartbreaking sighs

    That shivered the walls of his wanigan!

    April 26, 2018

  • Google and I got that allusion and enjoyed a very amusing Youtube video.

    April 25, 2018


  • Their scorn could hardly be blunter

    But insults or slights don’t affront her,

    A compliant tool

    Too ready to snool,

    And formerly known as tufthunter.

    April 25, 2018

  • This is a problem in that groupie does not rhyme with toady. Can we suppose an especially abject roadie?

    The measure of my knowledge of the culture of rock is probably a negative value. I am going to have to do some original thinking, unless of course the persuasive power of my application of roadie in this limerick has such influence that the common understanding of the word is changed. How long should I wait?

    April 25, 2018

  • Their scorn could hardly be blunter

    But insults or slights don’t affront her.

    In rock she’s a “roadie,”

    More generally - “toady,”

    And formerly known as tufthunter.

    Michael Quinion has an excellent discussion of this word at

    http://www.worldwidewords.org/weirdwords/ww-tuf2.htm

    April 25, 2018

  • The pages of books can offer this:

    A personal mental Acropolis,

    A temple and shrine

    That’s uniquely mine

    Whose priest is the old bibliopolist.

    April 24, 2018

  • They prayed, “May the Good Lord endow us

    With a novice of kitchen skill prowess.”

    He answered their plea

    With well-fed Marie,

    The convent’s most welcome new vowess.

    April 23, 2018

  • A contortionist hailing from Ossipee

    Won fame as a great curiosity.

    From this we may know

    How far you can go

    With hard work and sheer flexuosity.

    April 22, 2018

  • Poor Bobby had thought it super cool

    To start up a geeky troop at school.

    Since scarcely a nerd

    Is drawn to a herd

    He rounded up only a groupuscule.

    April 21, 2018

  • I can find no adjectival version of quandary. To my surprise the OED reports that it can be used as a verb in the passive voice and supplies examples such as, “2007 www.rolandmc.com 23 Feb. (O.E.D. Archives) I'm seriously quandaried by the need to create and choose a MySpace name.”

    April 20, 2018

  • Oh, dear! Is this a bad sign for vegans?

    April 20, 2018

  • According to common report

    In Scotland the hunters consort

    To stalk with a wrinkle

    By forming a tinchel

    But still call the killing a sport.

    April 20, 2018

  • Dammit, bilby, I knew you were going to want more info since I know you speak Bahasa Malayu or its Indonesian cousin. The Malay origin was the first I found but now I cannot locate the specific source I used. I have found other sources that suggest the Arabic “ma’salaam” became the Malay “salang” and that British soldiers and sailors serving in Malaya in the 19th Century brought it home as “so long.”

    Now I’m going to be awake all night looking for that damned first google hit.

    April 19, 2018

  • The origins of “so long” are in fact mysterious. It’ suggested origins have been placed in Irish (slán), German (adieu so lange), Hebrew (shalom), Arabic (salaam). Also Malay, Norwegian and Swedish origins have been posited. An early appearance in print was in the poetry of Walt Whitman who reported that it was a common salutation among soldiers and sailors.

    See:

    https://www.merriam-webster.com/words-at-play/so-long-origin

    https://www.etymonline.com/word/so%20long

    and in many other places.

    April 19, 2018

  • That beverage that formerly seemed to me

    An ordinary serving of steaming tea

    Was nothing prosaic

    But apotropaic -

    A cup of mysterious haemony.

    April 19, 2018

  • Really? I’m always hearing people say, “I’m going to supernova my erupt.” Maybe it’s different in Tasmania.

    April 18, 2018

  • There’s nonsense and much mumbo-jumbo

    In this, our linguistical gumbo:

    In absence of rain,

    The pedants explain,

    You must call a rainbow a sunbow.

    April 18, 2018

  • He dances, who once was a stumbler.

    She sings, who once was a mumbler.

    The shy and unsure

    Find solace and cure

    Emboldened by wine and the tummler.

    April 17, 2018

  • Though life in a burrow may seem

    A low and impoverished scheme

    Some in a snooty vein

    Call it a souterrain,

    But all of us know it’s a weem.

    April 16, 2018

  • A swagman once pined for his Lydia

    Then met a koala much prettier.

    Their meeting was pleasant

    So he left a present,

    Now all of her tribe has chlamydia.

    April 15, 2018

  • The obvious question is, “Who has been screwing the koalas?” There is nothing those Aussies won’t stoop to. Next it’ll be the quokkas. Or (gasp!) bilbies!

    April 15, 2018

  • Recusants grown weary of dreading

    And cautious confessional treading

    Embraced Lutheranism

    As mere tutiorism

    When faced with the threat of beheading.

    April 15, 2018

  • Already a famed bayardere

    Mata Hari began a career

    Of laying and lying

    And diligent spying,

    A true multi-task pioneer.

    April 14, 2018

  • The woes of the gentry are multiplied;

    And country house pastimes are stultified.

    Laws new and obnoxious

    Protect the damn foxes,

    And limit the pleasures of vulpicide.

    April 13, 2018

  • Yes indeed, folks. The kettle is at a simmer and I am trying to keep the lid on. If anyone else would care to set this simpleton straight I would be happy for the help.

    April 12, 2018

  • smell fart.

    April 12, 2018

  • And, in an early precedent for the tv preacher/pitch man, each machine bore the onscription,

    Oh, sinner you need what I vend!

    Those talents you foolishly spend

    If spent here with me

    Will set your soul free

    To find the true way and amend!

    April 12, 2018

  • The pompous word tyrant’s been collared.

    In shame and confusion he hollered,

    ‘Oh, give me reprieve

    And I’ll give you leave

    To tolerate riff-raff like ‘schollard!’”

    April 12, 2018

  • Big Joe’s normal tone is a bellow;

    He shakes down the leaves with his “Hello!”

    His workplace is shared

    By the hearing impaired

    Who think him a perfect workfellow.

    April 12, 2018

  • Before there was genus and phylum

    Or God made adamic asylum,

    Before night and day

    Or man went astray,

    Preceding it all was the ylem.

    April 11, 2018

  • My dreams are torn by incursion

    Of hauntings in many a version.

    Tonight’s chilling flavor

    Was barking mad daeva,

    A taunting malevolent Persian.

    April 10, 2018

  • The Scot and the British cook quibble

    ‘bout tools used for stirring their nibble:

    The Scotsman will hurtle

    To call it a spurtle,

    The Briton steadfastly says thible.

    April 9, 2018

  • The old salt sits down with his dog

    And shares out his bread and his grog.

    They’re birds of a feather

    And, so long together,

    Alike in their tastes and phisog.

    April 8, 2018

  • The soda bread recipe lists

    Ingredients in gowpens and fists.

    So would you know how then

    To shape your own gowpen

    With palms that are joined at the wrists?

    April 7, 2018

  • The Donald thinks walls give protection

    From human or import infection.

    But what could be sillier

    Than this claustrophilia

    And love of such rigid erection?

    April 6, 2018

  • In morals he’s perfectly neuter,

    Self interest uniquely his tutor.

    Should sanctity buy us

    He’s publicly pious,

    In private an unabashed fouter.

    April 5, 2018

  • The critic is mentally nimble,

    Uncovering subtext and symbol,

    But given the chance

    Reads tales of romance -

    A thinking man’s indolent bimble.

    April 4, 2018

  • Inscape and instress are complementary concepts about individuality and uniqueness derived by Gerard Manley Hopkins from the ideas of the medieval philosopher Duns Scotus.

    https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inscape_and_instress

    April 3, 2018

  • Inscape and instress are complementary concepts about individuality and uniqueness derived by Gerard Manley Hopkins from the ideas of the medieval philosopher Duns Scotus.

    https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inscape_and_instress

    April 3, 2018

  • He raids the bird feeder all day

    And drives all the songbirds away;

    Then, trading his swagger

    For a corpulent stagger,

    He ponderously climbs to his drey.

    April 3, 2018

  • See Catherine wheel.

    April 3, 2018

  • Less pleasant than madmouth conceives,

    For Bertie disrupts and upheaves.

    For life that is stable

    He should, if he’s able,

    Obtain his narration from Jeeves.

    April 2, 2018

  • No storm makes a proud Frenchman snool

    No matter how windy and cruel.

    Courage, mon ami!

    With Gallic esprit

    Look cool in your boots and cagoule!

    April 2, 2018

  • I came across a list of Wodehousian words for drunk. Many are already in this list but the following are not: above par, rotten, groggy, ossified, tanked, illuminated, lit up like a Christmas tree, woozled.

    April 1, 2018

  • Per Bertie Wooster - drunk.

    April 1, 2018

  • Prepare your victorious maffick

    With every theatrical tactic,

    With lights and balloons

    And boisterous tunes

    And all of the arts scenographic.

    April 1, 2018

  • Terrain and the temperatures vary

    Explorers, though, knew what to carry.

    A well-equipped chap

    Expanding the map

    Kept booze in the long promptuary.

    March 31, 2018

  • Our appetites finally doom us;

    Our blood becomes fatty and grumous.

    The lesson thus learned

    Is painfully earned

    And wisdom is sadly posthumous.

    March 30, 2018

  • His friends ‘round his coffin all joked

    How much Froggy ate, drank and smoked.

    So squat and so stuggy

    Yet gleefully buggy,

    But none were surprised when he croaked.

    March 29, 2018

  • Though most think them tasteless and petulant

    His fans find his tweets are quite esculent

    They dine with delight

    On venom and spite

    And prize the most bitter and feculent.

    March 28, 2018

  • A gem in the rough by report,

    Was Ernest at Doubleday’s sport.

    His diamond exploit

    Though grew less adroit

    And Ernest’s career was a bort.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    March 27, 2018

  • Prof. Husserl directs your attention

    To quite a confounding invention.

    He calls it noema,

    A psychic edema

    Inflating an act of intention.

    March 26, 2018

  • Dear bilby, you must have a heart!

    I will, for a friend, do my part.

    No matter how swollen

    I’ll tighten my colon

    And stifle the streperous fart.

    March 25, 2018

  • I’ve stalked them from dusk until dawn

    With middling success off and on:

    Some words to share rhythm

    And shape a merism;

    I’ve hunted them hither and yon.

    March 25, 2018

  • Or, ‘O faithless kin, my nemesis!’

    March 24, 2018

  • Could be misinterpreted as ‘our farts keep mornings noisy.’

    March 24, 2018

  • The Donald is best, he repeats,

    The best in his mind and his feats.

    To sift his battology

    At best is scatology

    Best sent to the pit of deceits.

    March 24, 2018

  • Courage, bilby! We’ve still got complimentarization, and complimentarizability to go.

    March 24, 2018

  • The sound of persistent sharp tapping

    Provoke us to know what is happening

    Flint flakes and a severed edge,

    The litter of debitage,

    Are signs a boy scout’s been caught knapping.

    March 23, 2018

  • Your typical nerd’s not ironic

    And rarely a geek is sardonic.

    The bytes and the bits

    Please literal wits

    That coin horrors like technotronic.

    March 22, 2018

  • His scalp has been twice overhauled

    But Donald insists he’s not bald.

    If such simple calvity

    Were solely his malady

    The world would be far less appalled.

    March 21, 2018

  • Now isn’t that bilby a nuisance. I do thank him, though I would represent the pronunciation as purr-RICK-a-pee.

    The audio pronunciations never seem to work on my iPad, where most composition gets done. I will be more wary in future.

    There once was a preacher in Chicopee

    Beset by severe insipidity.

    On Sundays he normally

    Abandoned his homily

    And served up a meal of pericope.

    March 21, 2018

  • Theologians tell us there’s hope

    Of limiting vile error’s scope.

    The good can endure

    With hearts that are pure

    And doses of strong pericope.


    This limerick left in place like a miscreant rotting on the gallows. Beware, ye hasty! (See above.)

    March 20, 2018

  • There’s many a callow young wit

    Who,watching one flutter and flit,

    Has spread titillation

    And naughty elation

    Announcing his love of a tit.

    March 20, 2018

  • I find crapulentus and comato-crapulose in the list but not crapulent, which is more common.

    March 19, 2018

  • He laughs at a bright toy balloon,

    And babbles a light joyous tune.

    So ends the adventure

    In childish dementia

    Of him who had been oyabun.

    March 19, 2018

  • How spooky the look the scene took -

    As eerie as woodland can look.

    Damp came to emblanch

    The trees, trunk and branch,

    And paint the bare copse in cranreuch.

    March 18, 2018

  • Natasha sounds good to me. This could be the Rocky and Bullwinkle effect.

    March 18, 2018

  • I’ve had some more thoughts on iconic names. I have been trying to think of women’s names that have the same uniquely identifying value as men’s names and I am having trouble. ‘Ivan’ can mean a generic Russian man but can ‘Svetlana’ mean a generic Russian woman or is it just the name of a specific Russian woman? If I tell a joke featuring ‘Pierre,’ ‘Alphonse,’ or ‘Gaston’ you now that he is a French stereotype but I don’t think the same is true of ‘Francoise’ or ‘Marianne,’ even though this last is an official symbol of the French nation.

    Is this an artifact of historic male supremacy or do women’s names just better permeate national boundaries? I know the Aussies have adopted the Irish ‘Sile’ (after demoting the initial uppercase letter) as ‘sheila,’ to mean a young woman. Is this still current? I don’t think it is used to mean a specifically Australian woman. I will be happy to be corrected in this assumption and enlightened by examples of nationally iconic women’s names.

    March 17, 2018

  • When Celia was angry with Richie

    Her vengeance was cleverly bitchy:

    She’d cook favorite dishes

    But (this part is vicious)

    The portions, though tasty, were titchy.

    March 17, 2018

  • Yes! I had forgotten about Jock. I have used that before when a single syllable would do. Hamish is very good too. I will file that one away. Since Erin McKean has such an abiding fondness for Scottish utterance I need to have some on the shelf.

    My friend Roo writes to tell me of the Aussie habit of addressing redheaded men as Bluey. I suppose this is akin to the custom of calling bald men Curly or large men Tiny. Is there a handy word or phrase for this convention?

    March 17, 2018

  • I have used ‘Sandy’ as a generic name for a Scotsman. A quick google search confirms that it has been so employed before. It is used in Caledonia as a diminutive of ‘Alexander’ and possibly some other more formal names. I used to use ‘Angus’ for this but now I have a grandnephew by that name so it feels awkward to attribute opinions, behaviors or attitudes to Angus.

    I can use ‘Ivan’ and all would recognize that I mean ‘a Russian,’ or ‘Guido’ and a generalized Italian would be understood. What might be some other generic names? Many years ago I resided in the Philippines and learned that the locals were happy to address all Americans as ‘Joe.’

    I have a correspondent in Perth who signs himself ‘Roo.’ There is a notorious Tasmanian who uses the handle ‘bilby.’ Is there a generic moniker for marsupials that we could apply to all Australians?

    March 17, 2018

  • The Scots are said to be froward

    But Sandy asserts it’s a foul word.

    It’s Sassenach sport

    A Scotsman can thwart

    Insisting it ought to be thraward.

    Note: The OED identifies this as a Scottish variation of ‘froward.’

    March 16, 2018

  • In France I once ate salami

    That whelmed me like a tsunami.

    I pray for an encore

    Of that rarest sapor,

    The deepest and finest umami.

    March 15, 2018

  • A hogan’s a nice house for two.

    A teepee or wigwam might do,

    But when cold and windy

    You need a dry quinzhee

    Or else find a vacant igloo.

    March 14, 2018

  • Ludmila’s taste lapses are frequent,

    Her judgment amiss or delinquent.

    For drama’s effect

    She’s tinsel bedecked

    And enters all slinkily clinquant.

    March 13, 2018

  • The old gent’s a bit of a rogue

    And knows that the occult’s in vogue,

    So ply him with toasts

    And he’ll talk of ghosts,

    Or fairies and such rich pishogue.

    As in all of the supplied usage examples, and contrary to the formal definitions, the word is used dismissively to mean superstitious nonsense.

    March 12, 2018

  • Now Big Oil’s determined to drill

    In waters that can’t risk a spill

    The poison is loosed on

    The delicate neustron

    To suffocate, wither and kill.

    March 11, 2018

  • Illusions might come from Fellini

    Or wonders from work of a genie,

    And in right condition

    The moon’s a magician,

    As witness the paraselene.

    March 10, 2018

  • Pronounced chich-iss-BEE-ism. It could serve as an onomatopoetic word for a sneeze.

    The definition calls for some background:

    cicisbeo – n. In Italy, since the seventeenth century, the name given to a professed gallant and attendant of a married woman; one who dangles about women.

    dangle – To hang loosely; be suspended so as to be swayed be the wind or any slight force.

    Hence To dance attendance; hover longingly or importunately, as for notice or favors: used of persons, with about or after: as, to dangle about a woman; to dangle after a great man.

    In Italy all’s in a tangle

    As gallantry’s got a new angle.

    It makes a wee schism

    In cicisbeism

    As men become objects of dangle.

    March 9, 2018

  • At Kittyhawk the brothers Wright

    Imagined a man in a kite

    And welcomed the spindrift

    Portending the wind lift

    The day of the very first flight.

    March 8, 2018

  • Though Donald is notably blimpy

    Wee Donny is oftentimes skimpy

    And needs a small hand

    To firm up his stand

    And cease being puny and limpsy.

    March 7, 2018

  • The prudish among us may squirm

    But scholars and aesthetes confirm:

    The carver of stone adds

    Some prominent gonads

    As tokens of luck on each herm.

    March 6, 2018

  • A marketer strives to achieve

    A story that people believe.

    If still they aren’t buying

    Despite earnest trying

    He’ll crank up the volume and deave.

    March 5, 2018

  • Now smoking’s become an affront

    My pipe is a prop and a stunt

    I clench and caress it

    And (dare I confess it?)

    Pretend I can still puff a lunt.

    March 4, 2018

  • There was a bold fellow from Swansea

    Who went by the moniker Chauncy.

    He liked beer and cheese

    And a smotherinq squeeze

    With ladies good-natured and sonsy.

    March 3, 2018

  • He studied old tales and idolatry

    But, blameless, he’s charged with misology.

    Now willow-the-wisp,

    Betrayed by a lisp,

    He gives up pursuit of mythology.

    March 2, 2018

  • His search for release is frenetic

    And rooted in forces genetic.

    His Dad could enthuse

    Over ganja and booze

    But his trip’s psychotomimetic.

    March 1, 2018

  • Patrick O’Brian was also enamored of this word. See comments at shitfire.

    March 1, 2018

  • A homeopathic professional

    Doles dosages infinitesimal.

    He need never wrestle

    With mortar and pestle;

    His pipette drops portions millesimal.

    February 28, 2018

  • I savor the insult that’s sly,

    That risks slipping unnoticed by,

    But humor that’s ethnic

    Is rather too mesic.

    Martinis and jokes I like dry.

    February 27, 2018

  • When Adam and Eve were edenic

    They needed no crude calisthenic

    They rightly believed

    Perfection achieved

    In salubrious groves and irenic.

    February 26, 2018

  • You will observe that on the top right of every page in Wordnik there is a text field labeled “Search” displaying a magnifying glass symbol. Replace the grayed-out Search text string with the word you want to look up and hit Return or click the magnifier image.

    February 25, 2018

  • While some study subjects that bleed

    Or classify flower and weed,

    Petrography suits

    More disciplined troops

    For rocks are hard science indeed.

    February 25, 2018

  • We know it from lore and statistic:

    A boy who’s persistently fistic

    Will find legal brawling

    His natural calling,

    Rewarding his talents eristic.

    February 24, 2018

  • Is not the spoonerism itself the euphemism? As in ,

    Q: How is the Swiss navy like a baby?

    A: Always sucking and never fails.

    I do not know that this genre has a name.

    See also spoonerism.

    February 23, 2018

  • See argon.

    February 23, 2018

  • Her fashions can make heavy traffic:

    Once celibate, next she was Sapphic,

    Now thinks she’s Earth Mother

    Or something or other

    That’s sweaty, unwashed and edaphic.

    February 23, 2018

  • Perhaps in attempting to subdue livestock the Aussies have misinterpreted the classic French seduction technique - le grope.

    February 22, 2018

  • When enemy men-o’-war meet

    Their greetings are iron and heat.

    The harrowing language

    Of carcass and langrage

    Are all their palaver and treat.

    February 22, 2018

  • A warthog, you’re saying, lacks class.

    You claim that a rhino’s badass,

    But since quite a lot of us

    Admire hippopotamus

    Then call not the poor hippocras.

    February 21, 2018

  • When Ernest and Herr Doktor Otto

    Get talking and drinking till blotto

    They grow rather foggy

    On strictest chronology

    And vague ‘bout the meaning of glotto.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    February 20, 2018

  • As compasses tell us direction

    So Donald consults his erection,

    And where it is pointed

    A new love’s anointed.

    His lodestar is lust, not affection.

    February 19, 2018

  • Since today is Presidents Day I thought our maximum leader deserved more celebration. Besides, I had some rhymes left over.

    See comments at lodestar.

    February 19, 2018

  • The Donald mistakes a connection

    Twixt talent and his strange election,

    Thus fools will construe

    Good luck as their due

    In absence of all intellection.

    February 19, 2018

  • Greetings, deepakyadvmc.

    February 18, 2018

  • Ludmila would scorn a lone bangle,

    Preferring her bracelets to jangle,

    And thinks it right cheering

    That each dangling earring

    Should serve as a tinkling fandangle.

    February 18, 2018

  • A teen in the morning is indolent;

    The nocturnal beast’s still somnolent.

    The breakfast convention

    Will hang in suspension

    While hunger with sleep’s equipollent.

    February 17, 2018

  • As all of God’s creatures must defecate

    Let no one the humble bug deprecate.

    Let praises be sung

    Of beetles (type dung)

    Whose appetites droppings delectate.

    February 16, 2018

  • How beastly, touting Yankees!

    February 15, 2018

  • Hunch beneath transgression’s yoke!

    February 15, 2018

  • A Finn, if you press him, resists you;

    Compliance is always at issue.

    Despite your appeals

    He digs in his heels

    To show he has true Finnish sisu.

    February 15, 2018

  • Well done, bilby.

    February 15, 2018

  • Heat bothers the yeti.

    February 15, 2018

  • Hear Bernese teens yodeling.

    February 14, 2018

  • Pronunciation guidance for this word is varied but the best authorities recommend “pert,” a word for which “peart” seems to be a variant spelling.

    Wise counselors now will assert,

    Be never too forward or peart.

    What used to be charm

    Can now do you harm.

    It’s dangerous these days to flirt.

    February 14, 2018

  • Health benefits to yogurt.

    February 14, 2018

  • Heroic bilby taming yobs.

    February 14, 2018

  • Haunted by turbulent youth.

    February 14, 2018

  • Hot babes tempt you.

    February 14, 2018

  • A limerick’s light and domestic.

    Though hobbled by feet anapestic

    It paces and sways

    In familiar ways

    That can be beguilingly gestic.

    February 13, 2018

  • The lithe lass was sure a good looker

    But still her fiancé forsook her.

    His counseling minister

    Advised she was sinister -

    A blithe, unabashed mollydooker.

    February 12, 2018

  • Endymion is the name of one of the tradional “krewes” that contribute a float to the Mardi Gras parade in New Orleans.

    http://www.mardigrasneworleans.com/schedule/parade-info/parades-endymion.html

    February 11, 2018

  • A geisha takes no silly chances

    So every small detail enhances:

    How sweetly she speaks,

    The blush on her cheeks,

    The dark line that shadows her canthus.

    February 11, 2018

  • Two notes on decollete/décolleté: I assume that the unaccented version exists only because of US publishers’ misguided aversion to French accents. I have never heard ir pronounced as though unaccented. Also, it is defined here as an adjective but is frequently used as a noun.

    February 10, 2018

  • Two notes on decollete/décolleté: I assume that the unaccented version exists only because of US publishers’ misguided aversion to French accents. I have never heard ir pronounced as though unaccented. Also, it is defined here as an adjective but is frequently used as a noun.

    February 10, 2018

  • Sophisticates turn bored away

    On seeing what some think risqué:

    A skirt that’s split high

    For a glimpse of a thigh

    Or top that is décolleté.

    February 10, 2018

  • Sophisticates turn bored away

    On seeing what some think risqué:

    A skirt that’s split high

    For a glimpse of a thigh

    Or top that is décolleté.

    February 10, 2018

  • Sam Johnson loved Hodge, his old cat

    Indulging him till he grew fat.

    Though be it choplogic

    For want of a Hodge lick

    He’d feed him an oyster or sprat.

    Read more about Dr. Johnson’s cat.

    February 9, 2018

  • Joe’s sinned so much against property

    Th court now is begging he cop a plea.

    His record’s immense!

    With one more offense

    His rap sheet will need bibliopegy.

    February 8, 2018

  • He recounts with pride, not apology,

    His labors in humble scatology,

    For eloquent turds

    Can say more than words,

    Enhancing a deep autecology.

    February 7, 2018

  • For -ocracy I’ve run out of rhymes

    That dodge phonetical crimes.

    I dread the monotony

    Of such as monocracy;

    I’ve rhymed them too many times.

    February 6, 2018

  • To resize an image the classic tool

    Encloses the source in a lattice rule,

    A copyist then,

    With pencil or pen

    Precisely can follow the graticule.

    February 5, 2018

  • She renders the lightfall quite magically

    Employing no digital gadgetry.

    She’s learned to apply

    Her hand and her eye

    In service of skillful sciagraphy.

    February 4, 2018

  • Your house-elf, if you treat him right,

    Will clean up your cottage at night

    So, well scrubbed and cleaned

    By your lubber-fiend,

    You’ll find your kitchen shining bright.

    February 3, 2018

  • Geologists drink and get woozy

    And soon become droopy and snoozy.

    They fall into dreams

    Of rocks laced with seams

    And caverns aglitter and druzy.

    February 2, 2018

  • I once ate in a restaurant that described its main offerings as “meat (of some kind),” potatoes “(of some kind),” and “dujours.” I asked the waitress what “dujours” are and she giggled.

    February 1, 2018

  • To mantis shrimp the trick’s no feat,

    Just means to get the stuff to eat.

    They teach us no lessons

    In sonoluminescence.

    The shrimp is an artless synaesthete.

    February 1, 2018

  • So warm and with sweet scents so redolent,

    And where is so private yet resonant?

    To feel music’s power

    We sing in the shower,

    A chamber most cozy and reboant.

    January 31, 2018

  • I dream in this pale Winter scene

    Of atoll lagoons tinted green,

    Where maids without morals

    Swim in from the corals

    To offer me plump pintadine.

    January 30, 2018

  • Oh, what can the cause of this folly be,

    This mad, inauspicious frivolity?

    Their mouths are uncivil

    And spewing forth drivel.

    The Congress is mired in morology!

    January 29, 2018

  • It’s terribly hard to emulate

    How speakers of Zulu articulate.

    You must learn the tricks

    Of consonant clicks-

    To enunciate you must crepitate.

    January 28, 2018

  • The ancient Greeks long before us

    Invented the play with a chorus

    And down all the ages

    We still love their sages

    But don’t use the old loutrophoros.

    January 27, 2018

  • The goblin’s on record as gabbing

    Of prowess at unwanted grabbing,

    But Stormy’s tale shows

    That sometimes he chose

    The commoner pastime of drabbing.

    January 26, 2018

  • It’s published in ponderous tomes

    And shelved in the soberest homes.

    Despite what you thought

    Gnomology’s not

    The frivolous study of gnomes.

    January 25, 2018

  • Well done, vm. Thank you. From the citation Tank gives I am thinking that “Popkiss” might be a “nurse name” for “Hopkins.” I had a grand aunt called Lalla. Her actual name was Ellen, but when my father was a toddler he could not pronounce that and said “lalla” instead. So she remained for the rest of her life. It is a little harder to understand such developments in surnames.

    January 24, 2018

  • The aloe vera’s extraordinary,

    With uses digestive and vulnerary.

    It soothes cuts and burns

    Which quality earns

    A place where the efforts are culinary.

    January 24, 2018

  • Sly fireflies will cook up new ways

    To brighten their luminous rays,

    For lightning bug lasses

    Like lads with bright asses

    Just bursting with luciferase.

    January 23, 2018

  • Oh, tell me not you’re shocked to see

    Self-dealing and gross hypocrisy.

    “Make America Great”

    Was cheap sucker bait

    From sellers of vulgar chrysocracy.

    January 22, 2018

  • A toady’s no more than a bum

    Pretending some tyrant’s his chum.

    There will be a reckoning,

    For Old Nick is beckoning.

    He’ll haste to that hearthside, I vum.

    January 21, 2018

  • As hither is mixed up with thither

    And whence is confounded with wither,

    If you would compose

    Faux biblical prose

    Prepare for a sweat and a swither.

    January 20, 2018

  • cui bono, you sensibly ask,

    When lawyers so muddle their task?

    When simpler folk heard

    A latin brocard

    They bowed to the learned man’s mask

    January 19, 2018

  • It starts as a commonplace meme,

    Repeated, becomes a grand theme.

    Its freshness once past

    It settles at last

    Retired as a philosopheme.

    January 18, 2018

  • Palaver that’s boredom’s camouflage

    Is chatter - no more than bavardage.

    Enlivened with zest

    Of banter and jest

    It jumps up to jolly persiflage.

    January 17, 2018

  • I’ve poked, I’ve prodded and strived.

    At last my conclusion’s arrived:

    When droopy your hose

    (But no other clothes)

    Uniquely are labelled down-gyved.

    January 16, 2018

  • Compare barrow-tram.

    January 16, 2018

  • The Lord when assembling a fit soul

    Is careless betimes in the wit dole.

    Inserting a brain

    He failed in his aim

    So Donald must think with his shithole.

    January 15, 2018

  • Miss Duncan made viewers wax amorous

    By dancing in garments diaphanous.

    The prim and the haughty

    Did think her quite naughty

    But art is at worst adiaphorous.

    January 15, 2018

  • Near speechless, the suffering nation

    Now mutters in utter frustration.

    The goblin’s obscenist

    New claim is his genius.

    We‘re driven to dazed mussitation.

    January 14, 2018

  • When Turks meet with friends we assume

    Thick coffee is poured to consume

    With plates of sweet bites

    That we call delights

    But locals embrace as loukoum.

    January 13, 2018

  • Prestige though it be at low tide,

    The humblest of creatures show pride,

    And perchance you will see

    A dandified bilby

    With ears freshly starched and bowtied.

    January 12, 2018

  • The president strikes his own coin;

    There ego and bad taste conjoin.

    If he can so brazenly

    Profane the old blazonry

    What symbols will next he purloin?

    January 12, 2018

  • See also comments at pottle.

    January 11, 2018

  • If sips don’t suffice then a lot’ll.

    By golly, just chug down the bottle!

    If you still can’t forget

    Then drown all regret

    In the bountiful flood of a pottle.

    See also comments at pottle-pot.

    January 11, 2018

  • drongo

    January 10, 2018

  • Our governors earn lots of mockery

    For mindlessly limp mediocrity.

    We need an infusion

    Of gender diffusion

    To stiffen the flaccid androcracy.

    January 10, 2018

  • You “found” it and it was wrong. I think the idea of a lexicographical site is that you check your sources. I can “find” anything in ten seconds of searching.

    January 9, 2018

  • Imprisoned you learn the enormity

    Of years of unchanged uniformity

    So prolonged confinement

    Promotes the refinement

    Of exquisite skills in chronometry.

    January 9, 2018

  • For some folk obliged to be frugal

    Adventure’s confined to a google.

    It’s not parsimony

    But dear matrimony -

    The price of the benisons jugal.

    January 8, 2018

  • Computers, they teach now at school,

    Displaced the beloved slide rule,

    But give not a damn

    For the old nomogram

    Which once was an elegant tool.

    January 7, 2018

  • Of dullards perhaps not the visiblest

    Once found, though, surely the risiblest.

    To mock the dimwitted

    Is even permitted

    If shown he’s a true perfectibilist.

    January 6, 2018

  • The dancing impulse is eclectic,

    Exotic or comfy domestic.

    In oldsters and hipsters

    Terpsichre’s whispers

    Inspire expression orchestic.

    January 5, 2018

  • According to popular notion

    They forage with fiercest devotion.

    Thus folklore assured it,

    That one who’s obdurate

    Be known as an obstinate bauson.

    January 4, 2018

  • This name for the phenomenon comes from French encyclopedist and philosopher Denis Diderot's description of such a situation in his Paradoxe sur le comédien.1 During a dinner at the home of statesman Jacques Necker, a remark was made to Diderot which left him speechless at the time, because, he explains, "l’homme sensible, comme moi, tout entier à ce qu’on lui objecte, perd la tête et ne se retrouve qu’au bas de l’escalier" ("a sensitive man, such as myself, overwhelmed by the argument levelled against him, becomes confused and can only think clearly again when he finds himself at the bottom of the stairs").

    In this case, "the bottom of the stairs" refers to the architecture of the kind of hôtel particulier or mansion to which Diderot had been invited. In such houses, the reception rooms were on the étage noble, one floor above the ground floor.2 To have reached the bottom of the stairs means to have definitively left the gathering.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%27esprit_de_l%27escalier

    January 3, 2018

  • Poor Angus entreated her hourly

    In wooing persistent and flowery,

    But to his dismay

    At end of the day

    He trudged home defeated and dowie.

    January 3, 2018

  • Oh, very good, Tank! Your posting does not provide a definition but my googling turned up this at Wiktionary:

    qobar

    English

    Noun

    qobar (plural not attested)

    1. A dry fog of the upper Nile. quotations

    o 1800, Report of the Board of Regents (volume 44, page 237)

    In Ethiopia, where it is called qobar, this haze is of extraordinary density and hides all the features of the landscape beyond the distance of a mile, and conceals stars of the third magnitude even in the zenith.

    o 2010, Charles Barnett, Iscariot (page 265)

    Pietro Gandolfo, inside the old sedan, rumbled by, hidden by the dunes and the early morning qobar, dry fog of the Nile. He fidgeted nervously. He had no idea what to expect ahead.

    It is a pleasure to come across an authentically obscure word rather than madeupicals like “shoemit = vomit in your shoes.”

    January 2, 2018

  • The world grows alarming and scarier;

    How fight off impending hysteria?

    You tame what you fear

    And save what is dear

    By penning in neat adversaria.

    January 2, 2018

  • The generous folk who speak Manx

    Have swollen our lexical ranks.

    Oh, let us exalt it

    And welcome the qualtagh!

    The new year begins with our thanks.

    January 1, 2018

  • Indulge in a cleansing obscenity

    Then face the new year with serenity.

    Despair put away!

    You’ve aged but a day;

    The changed date marks only perennity.

    December 31, 2017

  • He publicly calls for sweet amity

    While counting a critic an enemy.

    He widens each rift,

    Unmoored and adrift

    And tossed on the billows of anomie.

    December 30, 2017

  • From Ben Zimmer’s review in the Wall Street Journal of the book Origins of Kibosh:

    Mr. Little, a professor at Mississippi State University, was the first to suggest in a piece for Comments on Etymology that “kibosh” may derive from the word “kurbash,” a long whip used for punishment in parts of the Muslim world. It originally appeared in Arabic and Turkish, borrowed into French as “courbache” and into English as “kurbash” and other variant spellings.

    That theory received a big boost when Mr. Goranson, who works at the Duke University library, discovered a poem published in London as a broadside around 1830. The anonymous author uses the expression “put on the kibosh” and explains in the next line, “That is, if they was to introduce the lash.”

    https://www.wsj.com/articles/putting-the-kibosh-on-an-old-riddle-the-source-of-the-phrase-1514564107

    December 30, 2017

  • Philanthropists make a vocation

    Of bountiful funds’ allocation.

    If fame’s the reward

    It’s nothing untoward -

    Small payment for lavish dotation.

    December 29, 2017

  • See Alphonse-and-Gaston.

    December 28, 2017

  • The phrase "Alphonse-and-Gaston routine", or "Alphonse-Gaston Syndrome", indicates a situation wherein one party refuses to act until another party acts first... Also, the phrase has a specific meaning in baseball lingo: when two fielders allow a catchable ball to drop between them, it is known as “doing the Alphonse and Gaston.”

    Alphonse and Gaston was an American comic strip by Frederick Burr Opper, featuring a bumbling pair of Frenchmen with a penchant for politeness.

    https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alphonse_and_Gaston

    December 28, 2017

  • Ecophobia, let it be said

    Won’t trouble a sensible head.

    It’s madness abounding

    To fear your surrounding;

    An asinine instance of dread.

    December 28, 2017

  • See gangerh’s comment of Jan. 12, 2013. If it makes sense it does not count. It is an exercise in irrelevancy. A bit redundant for the Wordnik Community page perhaps, but amusing nevertheless.

    December 28, 2017

  • milquetoast

    December 27, 2017

  • For mortals the visit is brief

    And time a deceiver and thief,

    And yet I must marvel

    At assuaging arval.

    The coronach tempers our grief.

    December 27, 2017

  • infestation

    December 27, 2017

  • The captain’s brief health food dalliance

    Provoked the old sea cook’s galley rants.

    The oaths and the bitchin’

    Just poured from that kitchen.

    To enter there proved a tar’s valiance.

    December 26, 2017

  • In crèches that model the geniture

    The infant is always the cynosure.

    While Mary’s displayed

    Poor Joe’s in the shade,

    His fatherhood being a sinecure.

    December 25, 2017

  • Per Ernest the story is factual,

    That this is the source of our cracknel:

    You blow up a swine;

    The meat comes out fine –

    The crunchy fat chunks are the shrapnel.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    December 24, 2017

  • Comedians in cold calculation

    Know old jokes still cause cachinnation;

    So spade up and sift

    There’s many a gift

    Unearthed in repastination.

    December 23, 2017

  • Reports of unwanted dormition

    Might call for a thoughtful physician,

    But if shadows creeping

    Are deeper than sleeping

    Then turn to your favorite mortician.

    December 22, 2017

  • Be quicker to pray than to preach,

    More eager to learn than to teach;

    For wisdom’s true essence

    Can be obmutescence

    And silence be deeper than speech.

    December 21, 2017

  • The elf lass enjoyed her hot Lapp cha

    Kept warm by the jacket that wrapped her.

    As Rudolph last Christmas

    Is stew meat on this pass

    His hide makes an elf a fine kapta.

    December 20, 2017

  • The goblin prefers adulation

    But settles for villification.

    So praise or defame,

    To him – much the same.

    He simply can’t bear ignoration.

    December 19, 2017

  • A comma before “and,” as some insist,

    Should not be required in a comma list.

    My faction is small

    But still I stand tall

    And proud to be called an anomalist.

    December 18, 2017

  • A rhymer sunk deep in dejection

    May sometimes support an exception,

    And if he should lack words

    Will bend over backwards

    In postures of pained dorsiflexion.

    December 17, 2017

  • Whence comes this alarming eruption

    Of ravening public corruption?

    Can voters in masses

    Be consummate asses

    And Everyman be a blunt nupson?

    December 16, 2017

  • 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?

    See:

    http://www.cnn.com/2017/10/10/politics/bristol-bay-salmon-invs/index.html

    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.

    https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmond_Hoyle

    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 resist 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.”

    https://www.facebook.com/NPTelegraph/posts/1350267468330821

    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 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

  • There's many a prez who'd flirt a bit

    High office bestows that perquisite

    But impulse erupts

    And power corrupts

    So never entrust a jerk with it.

    July 5, 2017

  • His brief part should have been droll,

    A gesture, a flourish, a girandole.

    But clownish excess

    From too much success

    Has trapped us now in the Grand Guignol.

    July 4, 2017

  • The pirates taxed beyond endurage

    They taxed for sailing and for moorage

    And charged every boat

    In that city afloat

    Ridiculous fees for the murage.

    July 3, 2017

  • A little word trips, hampers, attacks us.

    Resist; adopt a disciplined practice.

    Conjunctivitis

    Never will blight us,

    Defended by sharp paralaxis.

    July 2, 2017

  • It starts as a union placental,

    Persists as invisible tendril,

    But twins, so they say,

    May dwell far away

    And share in a way extramental.

    July 1, 2017

  • At yoga camp life's a bit lazier

    To mimic the graces of Asia.

    At breatharian camp

    The signature stamp

    Is general alarmed aerophagia.

    June 30, 2017

  • The folks in a mystical cult

    Sip potions to help them exult.

    The visions adepts see

    Provoke nympholepsy,

    Which is the desired result.

    June 29, 2017

  • The scheme of the vegan is gentle

    With quinoa and kale and the lentil.

    Are benefits real

    As followers feel,

    Or is its appeal nutrimental?

    June 28, 2017

  • 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

  • The warhorse was no longer fleet

    So had to be shrewd and discreet.

    Where stronger words failed

    Old Teddy assailed

    His foe with the slur, logothete.

    June 27, 2017

  • See porte cochère.

    June 27, 2017

  • At Daisy Mae's regular onfall

    The hollow resounds to her bonk call:

    "Come old men and young

    The wee and well-hung

    It don't matter none. I want y'all!"

    June 26, 2017

  • All night fans in frenzy gave tongue -

    Gargantuan efforts of lung!

    Despite boastful songs

    The team failed its throngs,

    Who slouched sadly homeward, head-hung.

    June 25, 2017

  • Some think that the Donald's an odd man,

    But others, a sweet-natured Lord's man.

    I must give the nod

    To the party of odd;

    His piety reeks of the fraudsman.

    June 24, 2017

  • While "nut job" and "loon" are dismissive

    Yet "mad" and "insane" echo fictive.

    The language amazes

    With terms for our crazes;

    It's supple and locodescriptive.

    June 23, 2017

  • ruzuzu and bilby combine

    Lamenting my poor withered vine,

    But if there's an ointment

    For cruel disappointment

    That comforting unction is mine.

    For limericks are careless of clime

    And ripen regardless of time.

    Their happiest chore

    Is spreading of spore

    To generate offspring in rhyme.

    June 23, 2017

  • The pattern is hard to ignore:

    Buy local and you are a locavore;

    If seeking cheap eats

    In veggies and meats

    You're frugal and known as a frugivore.

    June 22, 2017

  • Expressions of disapprobation

    Have many a nasty mutation:

    The cold look that lingers,

    The wagging of fingers,

    But worst is the endless jobation.

    June 21, 2017

  • A poet who's really astute

    Is neither obscure nor too cute.

    His work ought to dart

    Straight to the heart

    Not needing a shrewd hermeneut.

    June 20, 2017

  • See goodman.

    June 20, 2017

  • Meditation is surely our true call,

    Let light that's inside us imbue all

    The mists that conceal

    Resolve and congeal

    And peace will descend like the dewfall.

    June 19, 2017

  • As patience and rhyming time passes

    The evidence clearly amasses:

    If not quite deplorable

    At least it's ignorable.

    A word we don't need is ekphrasis.

    June 18, 2017

  • The Scots wanted all done in triplicate

    But folks became testy and sick of it.

    Now red tape's reduced,

    Contentment produced

    By banning the pesky testificate.

    June 17, 2017

  • spinach

    June 17, 2017

  • Now scholars, I read, have once more

    Uncovered a case of fakelore.

    That beckoning moon,

    That quaint demilune,

    Was carved in no true outhouse door.

    See http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/outhouses-crescent-moons

    June 16, 2017

  • Alas, bonnie lassie, why weep?

    Our dearest loves we cannot keep.

    I see you're begrutten

    But eat up your mutton,

    The gift of your favorite sheep.

    June 15, 2017

  • His face was of a type privileged

    To be by the great bard ripe-imaged

    It's sagging and sallow,

    Twixt mucus and tallow,

    Immortalized now as tripe-visaged.

    N. B.: So far as I can tell this word has been used in earnest precisely once. All other instances are quotation of that passage in Henry IV, Part 2.

    June 14, 2017

  • May God in his mercy deliver us

    From beasts that are wild and carnivorous,

    From shoal-ridden shores

    And humorless bores,

    And all things that tend toward mortiferous.

    June 13, 2017

  • Bravo!

    June 13, 2017

  • Some years ago I was traveling with family through the Loire Valley and we passed through the town of Tours. In the central part of the city there is an ancient tower (French “tour”). It was plain that if we had stopped to be guided through that remnant we would be taking the Tours tour tour.

    June 12, 2017

  • See comments at sparkle.

    June 12, 2017

  • Sparkle, sparkle, puny orb;

    Will I your mys'try e'er absorb,

    Lording over everything

    Like a rock star trailing bling?

    -by Quentin M. Sullivan

    See comments at scintillate.

    June 12, 2017

  • A tiger might flex a fierce fascicle

    And show you dentition carnassial.

    Would he likely munch on

    Your haunch for a luncheon?

    I think you can bet your sweet ass he will.

    June 12, 2017

  • Mortality's sentence is eating her

    But panic will doom her the speedier.

    She seizes in terror

    On all forms of error

    Including the fatal inedia.

    See also breatharian and comments at autotroph and photovore.

    June 11, 2017

  • I used to have a carbuncle. He was wonderfully helpful with "normally aspirated" car engines but became an anachronism when fuel injection came in. He works on lawn mowers now.

    June 10, 2017

  • If fibbers are guilty of fibbery

    Then sybarites wallow in sybary.

    A scribe who is given

    To squibs hasty scriven

    Is lost in the thickets of squibbery.

    June 10, 2017

  • Ecologists warn us that fish

    Are not a sustainable dish.

    Enlightened philosophy

    Eschews ichthyophagy,

    Or so would the scientists wish.

    June 9, 2017

  • So what's with the dogs' shaggy story

    And why do the pooches grab glory?

    If she's left unhindered

    My cat is long winded

    And, much like a mutt, is ambagitory.

    June 8, 2017

  • If ruzuzu could drink what she'd druther

    It'd be some astringent or other.

    A natural quirk,

    Genetics at work

    In one who calls vinegar "mother."

    June 7, 2017

  • The hot shots are flying pellmell

    And groundlings aren't able to tell:

    Was that trick more nimble than

    A flamboyant Immelmann

    Or more of a normal chandelle?

    June 7, 2017

  • ไข่เยี่ยวม้า (khai yiao ma), literally "horse piss eggs," is the Thai term for what are more commonly called "hundred year old eggs." These are hard boiled eggs pickled to a deep brown. Supposedy the old Thai recipe used horse urine as the pickling agent.

    June 7, 2017

  • His mem'ry is still a bit foggy

    (These days he often wakes groggy).

    He gropes for those truths

    He found in the booze

    Last night in his bright mystagogy.

    June 6, 2017

  • We learn from the lesson of Gideon,

    Who vanquished the army of Midian,

    Success takes invention

    And not close attention

    To rules in some stale enchiridion.

    Judges 7:17–22

    June 5, 2017

  • I try hard to rhyme up to spec

    But sometimes I put out pure dreck.

    It is most convenient

    My readers are lenient

    And bilby will not wring my neck.

    June 4, 2017

  • His antics are having effects bizarre.

    Take note of the nerve-shattered wrecks we are!

    The truth, be it told:

    He's hungry for gold

    And driven by deep pleonexia.

    June 4, 2017

  • No posting by this time is strange,

    Exceeding by far normal range.

    Yet here must we languish,

    Wordless in anguish.

    The Word of the Day does not change.

    June 4, 2017

  • Cruel mockers beware, woe betide!

    For Ernest's no safe man to chide.

    He knows words with edges,

    So legend alleges.

    His sharp tongue may baffle but gride.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    June 3, 2017

  • The oenophile's delicate senses

    Take shelter from vulgar pretenses.

    No plonk's to be found

    Within his surround,

    Defended by strong piquette fences.

    June 2, 2017

  • Puzzling how, in spite of everything, Australians enjoy such a reputation for friendliness. Perhaps bilby’s ill humor is the result of frustration with the Australian dung beetle problem. It seems the place is covered in shit.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_Dung_Beetle_Project

    June 1, 2017

  • Their tastes are demanding for sure:

    From sniffing to careful morsure

    Dung beetles commit

    To freshness in shit

    And none but the finest ordure.

    June 1, 2017

  • Be sweet at the start and intenerate

    And hope that your arguments penetrate.

    If the blockhead's unmoved

    By good sense, though proved,

    Then seize him and quickly defenestrate,

    May 31, 2017

  • To raise your verse above the babble

    Start out with the simplest dabble.

    Begin with June/moon

    And find very soon

    Your voice become fluent and habile.

    May 30, 2017

  • "Delicious" is marketing hype

    While "mac" marks a plain-spoken type.

    It seems to me "codlin,"

    Is rather too maudlin

    For fruit that you coax to be ripe.

    May 29, 2017

  • The wedding once done, a race ensues

    Involving the lusty kilted youths.

    The new-minted missus

    Will dole out some kisses

    To he who comes first in the broose.

    According to the OED the vowel in broose is one of those peculiarly Scottish stranglings. Think of the sound made by an expiring bagpipe as it dwindles to a flaccid state. I have elected to rhyme it as you see. Those who want perfect authenticity should abuse the rhyming words into conformity.

    May 28, 2017

  • When bored to the end of your rope

    Try a toy that will help you to cope:

    Watch atoms decay

    In their frivolous way

    In the lens of a spinthariscope.

    May 27, 2017

  • The Yucatan narrates the birth

    Of changes for old Mother Earth.

    The pastoral scene

    Hides a vast astrobeme,

    The secret to dinosaur dearth.

    For a description of the Chicxulub crater and its relation to the Cretaceous–Paleogene extinction event, see

    https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicxulub_crater

    May 26, 2017

  • Thank you, hh.

    May 26, 2017

  • A Kalenjin youth's preparation

    For manhood involves separation

    From infantile joys,

    And foreskins of boys,

    And comfort as harsh depuration.

    The Kalenjin people of Kenya dominate marathon running worldwide. For a treatment of the role of coming of age traditions in fostering this dominance see:

    http://www.npr.org/sections/parallels/2013/11/01/241895965/how-one-kenyan-tribe-produces-the-worlds-best-runners

    May 25, 2017

  • The Wordie affliction's a curse;

    Indifference, however, is worse.

    How blessed the infection

    That raises objection

    And moves gentle bilby to verse.

    May 24, 2017

  • Our grief seeks surcease and a remedy,

    A passage from pain to serenity,

    And such is the meaning

    Of inchoate keening

    Or intricate weave of a threnody.

    May 24, 2017

  • The voter is bored with me-tooism,

    Impatient with faux folksy truism.

    He longs for much more

    Like great days of yore

    When orators mastered euphuism.

    May 23, 2017

  • It's fine if the state is initial

    When infancy's cute and official,

    But helpless and squalling,

    Is sad and appalling

    When old folk are worn to altricial.

    May 22, 2017

  • I know how the vampirish sort doth:

    Their fashion is always to sport goth.

    Their trademarks are fangs

    And ebony bangs

    And capes that are sewn out of mortcloth.

    May 21, 2017

  • Cult members once loved how he talked

    But now for his gaffes he's bemocked.

    His status, once clerical,

    Is changed to chimerical.

    The high priest of con is defrocked.

    May 20, 2017

  • tristero, you must be a cat lover. Penelope (my aged cat) and I rejoice in your approval.

    May 19, 2017

  • My cat for the most part's indolent

    And curled in sleep seeming innocent,

    But fidgets will twitch her

    From dreams that bewitch her

    Betraying ambitions sanguinolent.

    May 19, 2017

  • Consider the choices you have

    Selecting a soup of the slav.

    There's bigos, quite thick,

    Or pick one that's quick

    And dine on a fresh bowl of schav.

    May 18, 2017

  • Sounds a lot like “okaley dokaley,” the favorite expression of assent of Ned Flanders, Homer Simpson’s pious neighbor. Could this be evidence of the influence of Dutch folk tradition on The Simpsons? There might be a PhD dissertation there.

    May 17, 2017

  • My friend, alas, made up her mind

    To credit some claims of dafter kind.

    So reason's traduced,

    It's trumped and seduced

    By visions supplied the purblind.

    May 17, 2017

  • Said Bach to his bold interlocutor,

    "It seems, sir, you are a provocateur.

    While true, it's been said

    I'm matchless in bed,

    I'm also an unmatched hymnographer."

    May 16, 2017

  • See comments at tetric.

    May 15, 2017

  • I see that some GNU collaborator (or perhaps an imperious spell checker), in plundering The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia for a definition of "tetric " has assumed the old and honorable "froward" to be a misspelling of "forward" and has "corrected" it.

    Obscurity makes one a coward

    Another finds language empowered:

    It's timid and horrid

    To substitute forward

    From distrust of stubborn old froward.

    May 15, 2017

  • The fare at the fair is eclectic:

    You might spy a clown with a pet trick,

    See shows of all styles

    For thrills and for smiles

    And nary a visage that's tetric.

    May 15, 2017

  • The votes had been willy nilly cast

    Electing our materfamilias.

    Electoral flunkies

    (Those mischievous monkeys)

    Appointed instead a male silly ass.

    May 14, 2017

  • Perfumed were the notes Melissa sent

    With sweet and enticing kiss of scent,

    Beguiled was my ear

    When lips were more near

    To hear her soft whispers mellisonant.

    May 13, 2017

  • *deep bows and blushes*

    May 13, 2017

  • An oracle who's on the decline

    Is desperate to peddle a sign.

    She must sell a bodement

    To pay her abode rent

    And maintain her practice divine.

    May 12, 2017

  • A brewmaster's post is a sinecure

    In abstinent towns such as Srinagar,

    But still they are tickled

    With veggies well pickled

    So happy with Gallagher's vinegar.

    May 12, 2017

  • Or, in the case of impatient lovers, you might see a pronghorn ant elope.

    May 12, 2017

  • The ale that is brewed by one Gallagher

    Is never a champion challenger.

    The judge always fails it.

    I don't know what ails it

    But, my! It's a fine batch of alegar.

    May 11, 2017

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