qms has adopted , looked up 13464 words, created 10 lists, listed 448 words, written 2043 comments, added 2 tags, and loved 81 words.

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  • When bound for the last destination

    I hope to create no sensation,

    Ask no trumpet blast

    To hear at the last

    But subtle and sweet avolation.

    August 16, 2017

  • See Lucullan.

    August 15, 2017

  • So jealous are chefs of their story

    They'll quibble at terms gustatory.

    Your balls in a pot

    Will still get as hot

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

    August 15, 2017

  • In higher class fry cooking vessels

    Each savory orb of meat nestles.

    What mere cooks will call

    The common meatball

    A master chef turns into cecils.

    August 15, 2017

  • A diplomat viewing disaster

    Might say that the artist's a dabster.

    Though bungling's averred

    The Janus-faced word

    Is heard as the praise of a master.

    August 14, 2017

  • A fox pup must study and train hard

    Or risk he's dismissed as a caynard.

    The skulk's tough tuition

    Achieves full fruition

    In raising a wily red Reynard.

    August 13, 2017

  • As talk for the troubled's a palliative

    And Congress, a failing collaborative,

    Inept to the hilt

    Is Babel rebuilt,

    It's frantic and futilely babblative.

    August 12, 2017

  • Don't fall for the cynical listicle

    Where news is typically mythical.

    The "ten things you must"

    Are hot air and dust,

    Just click-bait that's wickedly twistical.

    August 11, 2017

  • On tv at most he was B-list

    (Absent a C- or a D- list)

    But still self-assessed

    As clearly the best.

    The goblin's a true autotheist.

    August 10, 2017

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

    August 10, 2017

  • Potemkin knew ways to delude.

    His town was struck down and renewed

    Repeatedly, doggedly,

    A feat of sceneography,

    The man was a talented dude.

    August 9, 2017

  • They say the great pyramid had it,

    Though sheathing of marble once clad it:

    The way to the tomb

    (And curses of doom)

    Began with a well-hidden adit.

    August 8, 2017

  • He copied the language and tone

    The goblin prefers on the phone,

    But, lacking the bite

    Of soul-searing spite,

    The Mooch proved a pale epigone.

    August 7, 2017

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

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

    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 a prole

    To retain your head

    For a cap of bright red

    While dancing a mad carmagnole.

    July 14, 2017

  • A cave man might woo her with banter

    Or show shiny stones to enchant her,

    If wise she'll require

    That he light a fire

    Before she'll bed down in his antre.

    July 13, 2017

  • A lawyer can put on a show

    Of precedents, row upon row.

    It beggars belief

    To call it a "brief,"

    So name it instead "bordereau."

    July 12, 2017

  • A mystery cult needs a team

    To manage how origins seem

    And stem any schism

    Like euhemerism

    That threatens to spoil the dream.

    July 11, 2017

  • A marketeer hungry for fame

    Will give common practice a name.

    A vocalization

    Like glocalization

    Refreshes the same weary game.

    July 10, 2017

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

    This cave man is cock of the walk.

    Not Dad's eolith

    But rad neolith

    Is what he can knock from a rock.

    July 9, 2017

  • I am not a polyglot hero.

    My knowledge of Spanish is zero.

    I'd rather write "pasture"

    Than risk a disaster

    In rhyming with agostadero.

    July 8, 2017

  • At meetings of Lexical Nation

    A collation precedes some potation.

    There's never a chance

    They simply will "dance;"

    The evening ends 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

  • Since The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia was last published in 1914 I think the most Mr. Foreman can claim for his 2005 contribution is a novel coinage made in ignorance that the word already had a definition.

    May 10, 2017

  • Romanians mostly are gracious,

    With smiles on their welcoming faces,

    But should it transpire

    You've met a vampire

    Then count on him turning mordacious.

    May 10, 2017

  • Zuzu, your praise is a perfect balm.

    May 9, 2017

  • The dumb beasts can't voice their complaint

    That men are more psycho than saint,

    So must remain stoic

    In this psychozoic,

    But contented neighbors they ain't.

    May 9, 2017

  • Success is often a toss of fate

    For politicians who oscillate.

    Observers may savor

    A fortunate waver

    As willingness to patrocinate.

    May 8, 2017

  • There's worship of differing quality

    From reverence to outright frivolity

    The champ of bizarre,

    The oddest by far,

    Is Hollywood tinsel astrolatry

    May 7, 2017

  • In Latin he'll punish, by Jove,

    Those schoolboys whose silly minds rove.

    Hell get their attention

    With endless declension

    And looks that are classically torve.

    May 6, 2017

  • Erect he's the humble number eight

    But, privileged to help out the great,

    And supple and nimble,

    Reclines as a symbol,

    So toppled becomes the lemniscate.

    May 5, 2017

  • His fitness for office eludes us.

    He seems like one of The Stooges.

    His character's wriggly

    Yet he projects bigly,

    So failings are shown loud and hugeous.

    May 4, 2017

  • If shipwrecked on a desert strand

    Exploit the things you find on hand.

    It takes but a brio jiff

    To make up a neoglyph

    By spelling out "Help!" in the sand.

    May 3, 2017

  • Assessing the speed of fast yachts

    You'll estimate headway in knots.

    A crew that's not bashful

    Will keep the craft rap-full;

    The knots that they make will be lots.

    May 2, 2017

  • At softball we played plenty bad

    So heed my sad jeremiad:

    Though students of lit

    May prosper at wit

    They're bad at forming an ennead.

    May 1, 2017

  • Most insults are quickly construed

    But Scots are inventively rude.

    I find it off-putting -

    The Brit as pock-pudding -

    From folks who treat haggis as food.

    April 30, 2017

  • A blender is most efficacious

    At rendering foodstuff pultaceous

    You'll whip up a doozy

    Of banana smoothy

    With yogurt and fruit that's musaceous.

    April 29, 2017

  • The college ideal's medieval.

    Though all crave relations "collegial,"

    Now academe's groves

    Are turned profit troves

    Are blasted to barren pedregal.

    April 28, 2017

  • There is going to have to be a Trentrance before there is a Trexit. Turkey is not a member of the EU.

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

    April 27, 2017

  • As youths they were doubtless robustious

    But proved to be smart and industrious.

    The twig's not ill bent

    By youthful ferment;

    The pack are become quite illustrious.

    April 27, 2017

  • When Ernest is off on word chases

    His appetite's often voracious.

    For convenience' sake

    He'll blend up a shake

    And suck down his suppers pultaceous.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    April 26, 2017

  • What a great name for a plant! I saw “crybaby tree” on the Recently Loved Words list and had to check it out. The most succinct explanation I found is;

    The plant you are asking about is Erythrina crista-galli. A native of Brazil, it will actually grow into a tree during periods of mild winters. Otherwise, it does tend to be more shrubby (though large) when frozen back to the ground regularly. The common name "crybaby" comes from the formation of drops of nectar which drip from the flowers like tear drops. This is a great hummingbird plant, as the tiny, nectar feeding birds find the red flowers irresistible.

    To be found at:

    http://www.nola.com/homegarden/index.ssf/2014/05/what_is_the_latin_name_of_the.html

    I want one.

    April 25, 2017

  • The master must make his objective

    Instruction that's clear and effective.

    The best way to train

    Is with a quick cane

    For young'uns are quite nociceptive.

    April 25, 2017

  • The kings that the Nile gods anoint

    Had tombs that were flat-topped but quaint

    Long gone now, mastaba,

    Near far-off Aqaba

    As pyramids made more a point.

    April 24, 2017

  • The addict is wrapped in the dire hug

    Of mania felt as a higher tug.

    For twitchers it's birds,

    For others it's words

    Or smoke and bright flame for the firebug.

    April 23, 2017

  • This leaves me scratching my head. An "engineer hoist with his own petard" (from Hamlet) is a bomb-layer blown up by his own device. How is this without foundation? It seems to me a fruitful metaphor. In fact, the “See also” list at the end of this expression’s Wikipedia entry is full of possibilities:

    Own goal

    Poetic justice

    Irony

    List of inventors killed by their own inventions

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

    April 22, 2017

  • The Polish eat more than just ham.

    They breakfast on pancakes and jam.

    They garnish with sea moss

    Their big bowls of bigos,

    But mostly their kitchens make spam.

    April 22, 2017

  • The Scot has his kilts and his pipes

    And names for the scorn-worthy types:

    The treacherous skellums

    And obnoxious blellums,

    Ungainly and foolhardy gypes.

    April 21, 2017

  • A jazz magazine seeks a tool

    To edit without being cruel.

    I think that the diple,

    Deployed rather hiply,

    Is both copacetic and cool.

    April 20, 2017

  • Isn't all hair "pre-owned?" Who knows what shocking things have been done to it.

    April 20, 2017

  • In attempting to dissect "stompclacker" (Using thick gloves and very long tools. He's a wily one, that bilby.) I came across the following document which purports to be a glossary of informal medical terms current in Yorkshire. It's good for some chuckles.

    https://regmedia.co.uk/2006/04/24/glossary_for_international_recruits.pdf

    April 20, 2017

  • See examples at whupass.

    April 19, 2017

  • See comments at tin of hooraybum.

    April 19, 2017

  • I think our resident marsupial misconstrues the meaning of "whoop" in the countrified American expression "open a can of whupass.". It is not a celebratory cry but rather means a whipping or beating. So, one trash-talking basketball player might say to his adversary, "I'm gonna whup your ass!" To open a can of whupass is to invite calamity. It is a more local and limited version of opening Pandora's box.

    I find the key syllables spelled as an unhyphenated "whoopass," hyphenated as "whoop-ass," and as two words - "whoop ass." The first syllable may be whoop, woop, wup, or whup. The most common version I find is "whupass."

    A more exact British version might be, "open a tin of thrashbottom." The trouble with this formulation, however, is that the threat may not be received as entirely unwelcome. We colonials hear stories of the widespread plying of the cane on tender young bottoms in the "public" schools and of a fondness for such "correction" that persists into adulthood. Would an English cricketer intimidate his opponent by pledging to thrash his bottom or would he make a new friend?

    Perhaps bilby could lay a long ear to the ground and provide us with an Australian equivalent.

    April 19, 2017

  • Though bobbleheads children may call us

    Our wrynecks do bring us some solace.

    The world's all askew

    But not in our view:

    It's righted by our torticollis.

    April 19, 2017

  • All sages I'm sure will concur

    On need for a good porte-bonheur,

    A charm to protect

    And maybe deflect

    Capricious storms of force majeure.

    April 18, 2017

  • The sites that take celebrity pulse

    Compete to make voyeurs convulse

    By plying the fools

    With gossipy jewels,

    But big lovely lies are a bulse.

    April 17, 2017

  • I've heard that some "hunt" for big game

    Where imported beasts are near tame.

    No need for safari

    Or wise old shikari.

    They'll come if you call them by name.

    April 16, 2017

  • Preparing the food for a sloop

    Or any adventurous troop,

    You cook down your bouilli

    Until it gets gooey

    Then dry it to portable soup.

    April 15, 2017

  • There once was a filly in Taunton

    Whose ways were unruly and wanton.

    A fellow beguiled her

    And rendered her milder,

    A wrangler who knew how to daunton.

    April 14, 2017

  • The alleys in Yorkshire are dim

    With hazards to life and to limb.

    There's many a gin mill

    Down a dark ginnel

    Where drinking's determined and grim.

    April 13, 2017

  • The cave-salesman pitched how to delve

    With flint that surmounted a helve:

    "Save knuckles and nails

    And move dirt in bales,

    Why, one man can work as though twelve!"

    April 12, 2017

  • You've busted the boffin's barometer!

    You're too hot for one nerd's thermometer!

    The charms that he's treasured

    Can only be measured

    By means of a a pyrheliometer.

    April 11, 2017

  • André wore a sneer on his bouche

    Intended to mark him farouche.

    But his faux mystery

    Was mostly gaucherie;

    The poor guy appeared only louche.

    April 10, 2017

  • In Lagos when taking a taxi

    The old hands are wary and savvy.

    They close their eyes tight

    To limit the fright,

    And cling to their favorite saphie.

    April 9, 2017

  • The print roller, Eve, is the matrix,

    But note the paternalist basics:

    The pattern's true source,

    Its "Adam," of course,

    Is naturally thought of as patrix.

    April 8, 2017

  • With duty and greed in collision

    What think you the Goblin's decision?

    His honor's a pittance

    That's sent in remittance

    For grand enough deeds of misprision.

    April 7, 2017

  • He seemed long ago a mere hellion;

    His victims then limned a rapscallion,

    And footsie with Vlad

    Is more than just bad.

    It's making a case for perduellion.

    April 6, 2017

  • The Goblin-in-chief in his pride

    Thinks science is safely defied.

    Grotesque though his stance is

    Still warming advances,

    Foreshadowing brute omnicide.

    April 5, 2017

  • Aka a mutt?

    April 4, 2017

  • Our cat does not deign to condemn,

    But gives a sharp feline, "Ahem!"

    Attention once won

    We know then to shun

    That thing that Herself would contemn.

    April 4, 2017

  • My jacket I know has a vent

    But too little time have I spent

    In learning the lesson

    Of clothes that I dress in

    To praise the ubiquitous fent.

    April 3, 2017

  • The player piano and rest be gone,

    Obsessives are on a quest beyond

    To catch every part

    Of symphonic art

    In gears of a wondrous orchestrion.

    April 2, 2017

  • Court jester was never a simple gig

    Though tired you danced a nimble jig

    Since courtiers were fond

    At times to be conned

    You had to have mastered the thimblerig.

    April 1, 2017

  • He rises to urgently micturate

    But, tending to totter and titubate,

    He's slow to the door -

    Can hold it no more -

    Arriving, alas, just a bit too late.

    March 31, 2017

  • Write down this in bold and italics!

    Watch out for the bilby called Alex,

    Using various masks

    For nefarious tasks

    But known by his want of a hallux.

    March 30, 2017

  • A fellow by name of Abe Chisolm

    Could jive to the Trumpian rhythm,

    And the pleasure he got

    Was better than thought.

    It's sweeter to swing to simplism.

    March 30, 2017

  • Hmm: bilby, macrotis, pinkie? I think this particular bandicoot carries too many passports to be trusted.

    March 30, 2017

  • For all of the famed Aussie vaunting

    Ennobling this creature is daunting.

    A macrotis will still be

    No more than a bilby,

    And always that hallux is wanting.

    March 29, 2017

  • In labs that the old movies offer us

    The science is mad and preposterous:

    Alembics that bubble

    As foretastes of trouble

    And ominous electrophorous

    March 29, 2017

  • The word means a cheese like a turd

    And sounding in French is preferred:

    "..Un peu de crottin

    Pour les oeufs au gratin.."

    To rhyme it in English's absurd.

    But Ernest, when he is besotten,

    All lexical niceness forgotten,

    Is apt to command,

    "The Froggies be damned!

    I'll order a portion of crottin."

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    March 28, 2017

  • Consider their lives of travail:

    Contentment so brief and so frail,

    Of offspring bereft

    And little time left,

    Should poultry yet suffer a squail?

    March 27, 2017

  • That beady-eyed bloke's microphthalmia

    Provokes less than general neuralgia.

    The pain is terrific

    In a place most specific:

    His gaze causes instant proctalgia.

    March 26, 2017

  • The voice, your dull pol will insist,

    Is his and not his ventriloquist.

    He'll grasp at renown

    As contortionist clown,

    Or fame as an agile equilibrist.

    March 25, 2017

  • Consultants who line the Potomac

    Like sadhus all-knowing and gnomic,

    Must sense any drift

    As paying tides shift

    And never be caught antidromic.

    March 24, 2017

  • Boiled scraps and leftover slaws get

    Decanted with herbs through a gauze net.

    That filtering cloth

    Produces a broth

    You're proud to serve up in your posnet.

    March 23, 2017

  • Vote counting has turned for the bad —

    The fraud claims and strange hanging chad,

    The mystery trove of note

    Or mischievous overvote,

    Now Russians come hacking us. Sad!

    March 22, 2017

  • The legions who civilized Gaul

    At Scotland were forced to a stall.

    'Twas best to corral 'em

    Beyond a strong vallum,

    So Hadrian built him a wall.

    March 21, 2017

  • When riled at the start he will mutter.

    More outrage will bring on a stutter,

    Then, gone all forbearance,

    Comes full incoherence

    Till, limply, a lisp and a thutter.

    March 20, 2017

  • It's funny: "urinal" is one of those persistent little buggers who seem to hop from foot to foot squealing, "Rhyme me! Rhyme me!" It tried to intrude on "diuturnal" on the twelfth of this month and it did hitch a ride on "supernal" about a year ago. Given the amount of time spent in earnest intercourse with the appliance by the urbanized male of our species this cocky familiarity (to coin a phrase) should probably not surprise.

    March 20, 2017

  • Democracy! What was there grander

    Till slain by the sly gerrymander?

    The game's uninominal,

    But cheating's phenomenal,

    As witness our new chief commander.

    March 19, 2017

  • The omens support no disguise

    So prophets and scholars surmise:

    The dark data boom

    Will bring on our doom.

    Technography spells our demise.

    For this use of "dark data" see:

    https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2017/feb/26/robert-mercer-breitbart-war-on-media-steve-bannon-donald-trump-nigel-farage

    March 18, 2017

  • The Auld Sod is blessed with a hat trick

    In Columbkille, Brigid and Patrick

    And, so the monks tell us,

    They're none of them jealous,

    Their patronage sweetly sympatric.

    March 17, 2017

  • Post-dinner I'm always quite keen

    My crystal should boast a bright sheen

    If rubbing's assiduous

    The pantry is stridulous,

    To tell me they're all squeaky clean.

    March 16, 2017

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

    June 27, 2017

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

    June 3, 2015

  • Dear qms,

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

    Get well soon,

    ruzuzu

    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