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  • Sleeked; having smooth hair or a sleek skin.
  • Figuratively, smooth and plausible; deceitful; sly; cunning.

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  • adjective Scotland Specious, flattering; cunning.

Etymologies

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From Scots sleekit, Scottish form of sleeked.

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  • Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,

    O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

    Thou need na start awa sae hasty

    Wi bickering brattle!

    I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,

    Wi' murdering pattle.

    I'm truly sorry man's dominion

    Has broken Nature's social union,

    An' justifies that ill opinion

    Which makes thee startle

    At me, thy poor, earth born companion

    An' fellow mortal!

    I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;

    What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!

    A daimen icker in a thrave

    'S a sma' request;

    I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,

    An' never miss't.

    Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!

    It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!

    An' naething, now, to big a new ane,

    O' foggage green!

    An' bleak December's win's ensuin,

    Baith snell an' keen!

    Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,

    An' weary winter comin fast,

    An' cozie here, beneath the blast,

    Thou thought to dwell,

    Till crash! the cruel coulter past

    Out thro' thy cell.

    That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,

    Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!

    Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,

    But house or hald,

    To thole the winter's sleety dribble,

    An' cranreuch cauld.

    But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,

    In proving foresight may be vain:

    The best laid schemes o' mice an' men

    Gang aft agley,

    An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,

    For promis'd joy!

    Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!

    The present only toucheth thee:

    But och! I backward cast my e'e,

    On prospects drear!

    An' forward, tho' I canna see,

    I guess an' fear!

    October 4, 2007

  • Lovely, SoG.

    October 4, 2007

  • Though Ernest at home is a meek twit,

    There's joy on the road and he seeks it.

    He's transformed in the bars -

    Becomes one of the stars,

    Mysterious, dashing and sleekit!

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    June 24, 2014