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  • There once was a zealot named Wiggin

    Who practiced outlandish religion.

    Despite vulgar stares

    He said morning prayers

    Clad only in boots and a biggin.

    September 22, 2018

  • A beam of bright light was once set upon

    By ambushers with a sly etalon,

    Their ingenious aim -

    To make the beam lame

    And harness the hitch in its get along.

    September 21, 2018

  • Good beer is one of life’s fine things,

    Consoling our dry stomach linings;

    So God bless the brewer!

    Let’s never have fewer

    Of vats and of casks and of finings.

    September 20, 2018

  • Miss Grundy was quite at a loss

    To find a light comment to toss,

    So breathlessly viewed

    That arrogant nude,

    The fleshless, compelling kouros.

    September 19, 2018

  • ‘Mongst hulking great vessels of war

    That bristle with weapons galore

    The humble patache

    With nimble panache

    Still flits between ship’s side and shore.

    September 18, 2018

  • Thank you kindly, zuzu.

    September 18, 2018

  • The curse of the bashful winebibber

    Is drink at the first makes him glibber

    But eloquence fades,

    The right word evades

    And soon he’ll do no more than gibber.

    September 17, 2018

  • Blasphemers will profane the altar

    And read from a mischievous psalter.

    Some, without qualms

    Will distort the psalms;

    Instead of true preaching they palter.

    September 16, 2018

  • Her enemies cruelly abuse her

    And call her a heartless Medusa.

    Such charges are wild;

    She’s really quite mild,

    No more than a creepy empuse.

    September 15, 2018

  • The pirates triumphant are plunder-drunk,

    Their hardships for now all in wonder sunk,

    Engorged with their loot

    Of viands and fruit,

    Forgetting their dinners of dunderfunk.

    September 14, 2018

  • The Camelot ladies adore it

    But knights of the table deplore it.

    For questing you need

    Some strong ale and mead.

    You can’t hunt the Beast drinking morat.

    September 13, 2018

  • See also Questing Beast.

    September 13, 2018

  • The Questing Beast, or the Beast Glatisant (Barking Beast), is a monster from Arthurian legend. It is the subject of quests undertaken by famous knights such as King Pellinore, Sir Palamedes, and Sir Percival.


    September 13, 2018

  • OED

    wist. - To have cognizance or knowledge of; to be aware of; to know (as a fact or an existing thing).

    September 12, 2018

  • “Oh, mirror,” he asked, “Dost thou wist

    If better than I could exist?”

    The dun-colored prism

    Of his dullardism

    Showed only his face in the mist.

    September 12, 2018

  • Once crimes were resolved by MacGyver,

    That endlessly clever contriver.

    Now villains are caught

    More often than not

    By white-coated experts on livor.

    September 11, 2018

  • Gello in Greek mythology, is a female demon or revenant who threatens the reproductive cycle by causing infertility, spontaneous abortion, and infant mortality. By the Byzantine era, the gelloudes (γελλούδες) were considered a class of beings. Women believed to be under demonic possession by gelloudes might stand trial or be subjected to exorcism.

    Gyllou, Gylou, Gillo, or Gelu are some of its alternate forms.


    September 10, 2018

  • Plural of Gello.

    September 10, 2018

  • A cowboy not home on the range

    Is given to conduct that’s strange.

    In search of romance

    He’ll try hard to dance

    But only can lollop and brainge.

    September 10, 2018

  • The witch who was doc for the group

    Would steep an old napkin in soup.

    When spells went awry

    A broth of newt’s eye

    Would make a most excellent stupe.

    September 9, 2018

  • I’m welcome all over the town.

    The grownups invite a sit-down,

    But all the kids know me

    By my odd visnomy

    As Donald the Dangerous clown.

    September 8, 2018

  • A hapax legomenon.

    September 7, 2018

  • A scholar cries, “This is mere gabble!”

    Another says, “Nay, it is babble!”

    The conference is shattered

    And comity battered

    In a lexicographical brabble.

    September 7, 2018

  • The annals record not a precedent

    For comments like these of our president.

    Some language was salty

    Or grammar was faulty

    But none so obtuse or maledicent.

    September 6, 2018

  • Oh, how many evils arise

    When citizens blinker their eyes,

    When allegiance to fact

    Is a perilous act

    And seeking the truth an emprise?

    September 5, 2018

  • See Prometheus.

    September 4, 2018

  • I like my cheesecake framboise-y,

    A scarlet and ivory jamboree

    The cake’s at its best

    When liberally blessed

    With berries all lushly cramoisie.

    September 4, 2018

  • He listens to boring accounts

    Of places he cannot pronounce,

    Hiding incomprehension

    With feigned close attention

    And solemn executive frounce.

    September 3, 2018

  • There once was a lady named Maggie

    Pathetically shriveled and saggy.

    Bag ladies aren’t keen

    On careful hygiene

    So Maggie was savagely caggy.

    September 2, 2018

  • Our Ernest loves words like calcanea

    And other such strange miscellanea.

    It’s the wordy’s affliction,

    A nerdy addiction,

    A potent, though weird, methomania.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    September 1, 2018

  • There once was a spokesman named Ziegler,

    A famously flexible wriggler.

    While still a mere youth

    He bargained with truth

    And proved a most obstinate higgler.

    August 31, 2018

  • We fear for the health of democracy

    And Sanders decries our plutocracy,

    But fears in me linger

    From his wagging finger

    That Bernie supports pedantocracy.

    August 30, 2018

  • alexz has a list called Glitched definitions.

    August 30, 2018

  • The Pharma Bro’s free market ultraism,

    Though seen quite rightly as vulturism,

    Was deemed unassailable

    So crimes that were jailable

    Were found to obtain a result in prison.

    August 29, 2018

  • They study the lore and phonetics

    And delve into tribal memetics,

    But some, sick of prying,

    Are given to lying

    To tart up the ethnopoetics.

    August 28, 2018

  • We often respond rather comically

    To sounds we produce anatomically.

    Our rumbles and farts

    Suggest martial arts

    And sometimes a new gigantomachy.

    August 27, 2018

  • The “blimp” was a British wry tease:

    A Trump in his bright tighty-whities.

    Onlookers were cheerful,

    The Trump, though, was tearful,

    Afflicted with gross tympanites.

    August 26, 2018

  • Though wise men maintain it’s a verity

    That rudeness and insult are ferity,

    With those who won’t see

    What’s plain villainy

    The sages permit some asperity.

    August 25, 2018

  • Despite our indignant chorus

    Polluters still mock or ignore us

    And now heaps of swill

    On Capitol Hill

    Grow fouler and more cacodorous.

    August 24, 2018

  • My muse is some days on hiatus

    Affecting my lit’rary status.

    In those trying times

    I recycle rhymes

    And bide as a passive literatus.

    August 23, 2018

  • Ty, zuzu!

    August 22, 2018

  • The kindly ones look for a way

    To soothe me on my natal day:

    “To tally each dawn’s

    A foolish metewand!

    You’re old as you feel,” so they say.

    August 22, 2018

  • A yearning heart and dramaturgy

    Support effective hierurgy.

    A conscience that’s raw

    And penitent’s awe

    Combine in solemn synergy.

    August 21, 2018

  • Welcome aboard, klezmania.

    August 20, 2018

  • The voters abide a mild bounderism

    But will they endure outright scoundrelism?

    Mistaken election

    May bring on reflection

    And maybe a morsel of sounder wisdom.

    August 20, 2018

  • Accustomed to shortage and paucity

    The poor folk have great curiosity:

    They cannot divine

    Just why the rich whine.

    What ails those in pecuniosity?

    August 19, 2018

  • Maternal caresses and hugs come

    To even the humblest of bugdom,

    For like every other

    A worm has a mother

    Who cares not her offspring are ugsome.

    August 18, 2018

  • Dilute not your umbrage with snark!

    Your bite should be worse than your bark.

    The highest of dudgeon

    Befits the curmudgeon,

    Who’s called to be arch aristarch.

    August 17, 2018

  • The owl and the robin do differ thus:

    The chirper finds darkness somniferous,

    The nocturnal owl

    Is out on the prowl,

    Aloft when the sky is stelliferous.

    August 16, 2018

  • Thanks, zuzu.

    August 15, 2018

  • Not crooked perhaps - only gently bent,

    Charming withal, and a friendly gent.

    The lobbyist’s wiles

    Are favors and smiles

    Enabling new friends be consentient.

    August 15, 2018

  • Some suffer a boring monogamy

    Afflicted by torpid monotony,

    But others think strife

    Twixt husband and wife

    Should offer exciting monomachy.

    August 14, 2018

  • Historically sailors would hark

    To foghorns that blast in the dark,

    But these days they heed

    The GPS feed

    And don’t even need a seamark.

    August 13, 2018

  • Stargazing has often a quality

    Of mystic but harmless frivolity,

    But don’t laugh or jibe

    At that solemn tribe

    That practices genethlialogy.

    August 12, 2018

  • Accept, if you will, a most odd apology:

    I misapprehended this codicology;

    It’s for ancient writing,

    Not haddock and whiting,

    Nor matters affecting our cod ecology.

    August 11, 2018

  • You can’t say the man’s a blindsider

    Or dodgy evasive sidewinder.

    He comes with lips open

    And stubby hands gropin’.

    A venomous preening highbinder.

    August 10, 2018

  • Priscilla affirmed she would marry

    Young Boris if he were less hairy.

    He waxed and he plucked;

    No oyster once shucked

    Ever glistened more pallid and glairy.

    August 9, 2018

  • We shouldn’t be shy or myopic

    But yogurt’s a sensitive topic,

    For effluents leak

    To make the stuff “Greek”

    And all local ponds are eutrophic.

    August 8, 2018

  • Ensure that you’re trademark compliant

    Promoting your company’s giant.

    It‘s copyright folly

    To say “green and jolly”

    So boast that he’s vernal and riant.

    August 7, 2018

  • Watch out for that little Jack Horner

    With plums on his thumbs in the corner.

    When Muffet’s astray

    From curds and her whey

    He’ll snatch ‘em, the wretched wee sorner.

    August 6, 2018

  • A gothic estate needs a proper lawn,

    A pond in the shape of an octagon,

    A statue or two,

    A ruin to view

    And one mysterious monopteron.

    August 5, 2018

  • Cambridge English Dictionary:

    short form of dare(s) not:

    I daren't tell him - he'll be so angry.

    August 4, 2018

  • Though hearts are swiftly beguiled

    By orphans that ought to be wild

    The zookeeper daren’t

    Become alloparent,

    Attached to a beast like a child.

    August 4, 2018

  • Some shanty the tired whalers sang

    To work till the dinner bell rang.

    On days spent at flense

    It made perfect sense

    To dine on a chowder of krang.

    August 3, 2018

  • Deluded, resentful, they throng to see

    His orgy of bombastic bonhomie.

    The whole horde agrees

    To be worker bees

    And strive in the hive of plutonomy.

    August 2, 2018

  • The rules of the local infirmary

    Ban pets as too pesky and murmurry.

    But a bucket of worms

    Just silently squirms

    So they let me hold on to my wormery.

    August 1, 2018

  • His style he supposes evincive

    Of glories of sultans and princes,

    But gilding is crass

    In alloy with brass,

    Evincing but snickers and winces.

    July 31, 2018

  • By trumpets woodwinds and trombone

    A great deal of music is blown,

    And riding those gusts

    In dartings and thrusts

    Are flights of the sweet chordophone.

    July 30, 2018

  • I offer a free hermeneutic;

    The difficult work is propaedeutic;

    But, competence gained,

    Then freedom’s attained

    And learning thereafter is therapeutic.

    July 29, 2018

  • There once was a fellow named Stegman

    Who worked as a butter and egg man,

    But having grown chary

    Of chickens and dairy

    Embarked on a life as a yeggman.

    July 28, 2018

  • When feeling depressed and solitary

    Recall that our blessing can vary.

    Do not make life’s measure

    The getting of treasure;

    Embrace simple joys of the proletary.

    July 27, 2018

  • See also aiglet and aglet.

    July 26, 2018

  • Attachments to clothes in most cases

    Will stab you in sensitive places,

    However a tag well met

    Is the wee aigulette

    That stiffens the end of your laces.

    July 26, 2018

  • Thank you, zuzu.

    July 25, 2018

  • An internal metronome swings in us

    And insight when rhymed aright clings to us,

    But flexion is key

    In lines four and three

    For they are the limerick’s ginglymus.

    July 25, 2018

  • milquetoast

    July 24, 2018

  • milk of human kindness

    July 24, 2018

  • Our Ernest, despite his avidity,

    Eschews any careless rapidity.

    Like rarest of fungi

    With lips and his tongue he

    Will savor each new word’s sapidity.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    July 24, 2018

  • You mean it’s not an eight-sided onion?

    July 24, 2018

  • The words in such dull iteration

    Are not even tergiversation.

    “There was no collusion”

    In witless profusion

    Is no more than verbigeration.

    July 23, 2018

  • In this so disconsolate season,

    When fear tries to rule over reason,

    Is caesaropapism

    Refreshing escapism

    Compared to the rumors of treason.

    July 22, 2018

  • Mix tallow and oil and then rub in

    Till fingers are worn to a nubbin.

    To make your boot leather

    Impervious to weather

    You add lots of sweat to your dubbin.

    July 21, 2018

  • Oh, what did that yellow slip presage;

    A baleful or jubilant message?

    What‘s won or what’s lost

    To merit the cost

    Of telegram’s costly expressage?

    July 20, 2018

  • Lucky for your sister. From what I read if he had taken offense he might have unholstered his scrotum, enfolded her in it and carried her off to Tanukiville.

    July 19, 2018

  • My loaf is a shame and a woe

    But means to save face now I know,

    Not slighting the bread

    But praising instead

    By claiming it’s called fricandeau.

    July 19, 2018

  • Achieving the state of aged adult

    These chances are few to exult:

    I need not assent

    To strict rules of Lent

    All thanks to the papal indult.

    July 18, 2018

  • 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.


    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

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

    May 5, 2018

  • Just stopping by to say your prowess with the limericks is astonishing. I am ever in awe.

    May 4, 2018

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

    June 27, 2017

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

    June 3, 2015

  • Dear qms,

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

    Get well soon,


    June 3, 2015

  • Did your vault parse the arc of a diver?

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

    But forgive me this jest,

    I wish you and elbows my best,

    *shakes fist at said stupid driver*

    June 1, 2015

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

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

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

    May 31, 2015

  • At Wordnik we are truly blessed

    To have, as lyricist, qms.

    Although a recent awkward injury

    may make his typing a bit gingery

    we still daily receive of his best.

    May 30, 2015

  • The annum revolves from last to next

    But yields no daily tempting text.

    Is there some curse

    On good-natured verse

    Or will 2015 be lexically hexed?

    January 1, 2015

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

    December 25, 2014

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

    December 24, 2014

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

    December 15, 2014

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

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

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

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

    Anent your fiery fat pill story

    More testimony is obligatory.

    You should be testing

    Other ways of ingesting.

    Suppose you try suppository?

    July 3, 2014

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

    January 1, 2014

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

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

    December 19, 2013

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

    December 19, 2013

  • From 11/27/2013, hebetude

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

    December 19, 2013

  • WotD for 12/06/2013, subnivean

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

    December 19, 2013

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

    From 12/11/2013, cete

    "Coitus" supplies a word for "mate;"

    A batch of badgers it names "cete."

    It could be fun to view

    What those badgers do

    If, like words from roots, they proliferate.

    December 19, 2013

  • From 12/05/2013, morosoph

    The lit'ry world may haughtily scoff

    And judge the writer in some way "off,"

    But a limericist's tools

    Are the insights of fools.

    The form is the art of the morosoph.

    December 19, 2013

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

    December 18, 2013

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

    December 18, 2013