qms has adopted , looked up 13194 words, created 10 lists, listed 429 words, written 1982 comments, added 2 tags, and loved 81 words.

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  • 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

  • The oenophile's tightly knit group

    Has formed its own musical troupe.

    The bibulous chums,

    Indifferent to drums,

    Will march to the beat of the cloop.

    March 15, 2017

  • Though yeast bread is higher in status

    It's likely to bring on some flatus,

    But nothing will squelch

    The renegade belch

    Like scones or a bread saleratus.

    March 14, 2017

  • Though once a dainty ankle viewed

    Was thought unspeakably lewd,

    Now limbs can go bare

    And no one will stare

    It's all the effect of consuetude.

    March 13, 2017

  • The wise man will write in his journal

    And capture the day while it's vernal,

    For time, we know, flies

    And memory lies,

    But truth written down's diuturnal.

    March 12, 2017

  • A good judge's solemn obligation

    Is blindness to erstwhile association.

    No matter how close he be

    To his former socii

    He rules indifferent to affiliation.

    March 11, 2017

  • Carême from the pillared Vendôme

    And Beeton in her homely tome

    Found a tsunami

    Of meaty umami

    In the mythical juice, osmazome

    March 10, 2017

  • The birds in dawn chorus confirm

    The early bird captures the worm.

    The cries of the winners

    And slugabed sinners

    Produce a cacophonous chirm.

    March 9, 2017

  • A fine word for drum is the tympanum

    I'm glad steel alloys with molybdenum.

    I like frankincense

    But scent's more intense

    If I call it a cloud of olibanum.

    March 8, 2017

  • Go contract yourself a consultant

    And read the report that's resultant,

    Or save yourself time

    By heeding this rhyme

    And know that our product's* demulcent.

    *Insert favorite snake oil.

    March 7, 2017

  • The Donald's frail feelings will bruise

    If journos do aught but enthuse

    His best embrocation

    For such irritation

    Is persistent cries of "fake news!"

    March 6, 2017

  • A brewery to Angus has charm;

    He feels there he's safe from all harm:

    The vats and the kegs,

    The browst and the dregs,

    Enfold like a comforting barm.

    March 5, 2017

  • A Solanaceae Family Reunion

    The family still tries to keep touch:

    While Spuds don't socialize much

    The Peppers will gab

    At any confab.

    (Tomatoes will weep and then clutch.)

    The happy throng fills the bright glades,

    But Aubergine quails as light fades.

    A shadow fell upon her

    Of deadly Belladonna,

    The lunatic aunt of Nightshades.

    The laughter dies down if she stays

    But rises again when she strays

    From nervous relief!

    Their season's so brief

    They'll not be denied salad days.

    March 4, 2017

  • There once was a sycophant, Eric,

    Obligingly calm or hysteric.

    He'd quickly adapt

    To whatever was apt.

    His nature was quite amphoteric.

    He'd mime, if need be, courtly grace,

    But gossip in ways truly base.

    His manner was placid

    Or dripping with acid

    As suited his welfare's best case.

    March 4, 2017

  • Thank you, ruzuzu, for your kind words and for informing me that tomatoes, potatoes, peppers, etc, are all nightshade cousins. It is a small world, isn’t it? Food for thought, so to speak. I will henceforth view my tomatoes askance.

    March 3, 2017

  • A doab, which often is beautiful,

    Is not just some land interfluvial:

    Its two rivers merge

    In a nuptial surge

    And writhe in a torrent connubial.

    See comments at doab.

    March 3, 2017

  • Tomato's no veg, as you may know,

    And maybe it's true if you say so,

    But the brute is a fruit

    And the spud is a root

    So how'd they beget a pomato?

    March 2, 2017

  • Fear not! Ernest is harmless to all but himself.

    March 1, 2017

  • OED

    Irish. A peasant, churl; also (Sc.) a spectre.

    March 1, 2017

  • When Ernest pursues a young maid

    He uses the tools of his trade.

    He spreads sugared glazes

    And strews honeyed phrases-

    A blizzard of sweet cassonade.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    March 1, 2017

  • Sweet flora is apt to astonish us,

    As nature is pleased to admonish us,

    For sardony's breath

    Makes mock of our death:

    Her last laugh is risis sardonicus.

    February 28, 2017

  • Laquearia is a genus of fungi in the Rhytismatales order. The relationship of this taxon to other taxa within the order is unknown (incertae sedis), and it has not yet been placed with certainty into any family.1

    It also can mean a paneled ceiling. This is used in literary works such as The Waste Land, and Aeneid.

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

    February 28, 2017

  • A bullock at work that barrow-tram

    Was otherwise only a callow lamb.

    He met a faux gypsy

    Who helped him get tipsy

    Then took all his cash with a tarot scam.

    February 28, 2017

  • See rawboned.

    February 28, 2017

  • Do tenants or sharecroppers ofter

    Lay claim as to whose bed is softer?

    The mezzadro is freer

    In his mezzeria,

    But none is so quaint as the crofter.

    February 27, 2017

  • If a heart has a feeble or slow tick

    There's a tried and a true medico trick.

    They virtually seize it

    And rhythmically squeeze it

    With drugs that are called inotropic.

    February 26, 2017

  • The Word of the Day, if you will,

    Is only the grist for the mill

    The rhymes in their dread pace

    Cascade down the headrace

    So the rumble of verse is not still.

    February 25, 2017

  • Rob Burns wrote some verse on a louse -

    Apostrophized once a wee mouse.

    Was I out of school when

    We studied his fool-hen

    Or has he not honored the grouse?

    February 24, 2017

  • I take a great pleasure in knowing

    That aftermath follows on mowing.

    This naming of eddish

    Has turned to my fetish

    And foggage foretells the next sowing.

    February 23, 2017

  • Like words that hide in ellipsis

    Or planets obscured by eclipses,

    Some peace-seeking prey

    Have mastered a way

    To thrive under threat using crypsis.

    February 22, 2017

  • See comments at cheese dream.

    February 21, 2017

  • n. An especially vivid and/or bizarre dream.

    n. An open-faced sandwich of grilled or broiled cheese on bread.

    I came across this term in a Guardian interview with Lorraine Bracco:

    The famous fill Bracco’s conversation. Somehow, though, it feels less like namedropping than her just being one of those people for whom life ended up like an ongoing cheese dream, random faces drifting by. Madonna turns up here, Christopher Walken there.

    https://www.theguardian.com/film/2017/feb/20/lorraine-bracco-goodfellas-the-sopranos-martin-scorsese

    It seems to be a British expression and may be founded in a study of British cheeses published by the British Cheese Board in 2005 claiming to have determined that eating cheese just before going to bed can affect your dreams. It further claimed that the type of cheese you ate controlled what sort of dream you had: Stilton for bizarre effects, cheddar for dreams of celebrities, etc.

    http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4851485

    I have seen it used as two words and as a hyphenated word. The definition I provide above is my best guess at the application of this term. Can anyone add more to this?

    (For the sake of completeness I include the sandwich definition but I am in no way curious about that. It has a Wikipedia entry.)

    February 21, 2017

  • A sailor should be a good knotter

    And know how to rig his lines tauter:

    So master the riches

    Of bowline and hitches

    And humble but mem'rable snotter.

    February 21, 2017

  • My tea, made of herbs and holistic,

    Has a health-giving characteristic:

    It soothes and it tames

    Intestines in flames

    Because it is antiphlogistic.

    February 20, 2017

  • The egg can be coy and just float;

    Her suitor though must locomote.

    An ambitious sperm

    Must earnestly squirm

    If ever he'll be a zygote.

    February 19, 2017

  • No doubt a precursor to the zigzagabout, which will bring traffic to a complete stop.

    February 19, 2017

  • If pretty miss mammoth should happen upon

    A masculine hunk of a mastodon

    Like trumpets his bellows,

    Her sighing like cellos,

    Will swell a primeval diapason.

    February 18, 2017

  • Thank you, ruzuzu.

    February 17, 2017

  • The dilettante's blossom is bright

    But withers in weather and light.

    The deep-rooted scholar,

    Though paler and smaller,

    Persists like a phreatophyte.

    February 17, 2017

  • That's going to be one big test tube!

    February 16, 2017

  • A true but a somewhat obscure fact

    Is wombats make cubes out of pure scat.

    This isn't a trick;

    They do shit a brick.

    I'll swear it and sign with a jurat.

    See also comments at scat.

    February 16, 2017

  • Also known as onychoschisis or lamellar dystrophy.

    See also onychorrhexis.

    February 15, 2017

  • onychoschizia n. The term onychoschizia includes splitting, brittle, soft or thin nails. (fingernails and toenails)

    http://www.aocd.org/?page=BrittleSplittingNail

    February 15, 2017

  • With nukes that fly across the sea

    We strive to balance bellicosity.

    The nations assume

    Their mutual doom,

    So peace is preserved by isostasy.

    February 15, 2017

  • When love's first mad exhilaration

    Gives way to a plan for affiliation

    Wise lovers adjust

    And temper their lust

    To tend to their domiciliation.

    February 14, 2017

  • You are kind, ruzuzu.

    February 13, 2017

  • In post-prison con convocation

    Alumni convene for confabulation.

    The ex-cons confer

    And try to concur

    On concepts of consociation.

    February 13, 2017

  • The insight of Barnum was pure -

    There's one born per minute for sure.

    That worm has not turned

    And nothing is learned

    So bunkum and folly perdure.

    February 12, 2017

  • From the model of gamomania I think gamophobia would be a better candidate.

    February 11, 2017

  • Old Ernest's odd look is brand new:

    He sports now a grand Fu Manchu

    And thinks it is chic

    To foster mystique

    By wearing a flowing kanzu.


    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    February 11, 2017

  • All together now: "Hello, msrose88!

    February 10, 2017

  • A peasant had only his farm

    To furnish the stuff for his arm,

    So faced armored horsemen

    And bloodthirsty Norsemen

    With only an axe called guisarme.

    February 10, 2017

  • Well, shake off the snow and have a cup of hot chocolate!

    February 9, 2017

  • If grace notes you'd have conferred upon

    The featureless drone of your wordathon,

    Keep reader alert!

    Your language invert

    By liberal use of hyperbaton

    February 9, 2017

  • The righteous who dress to defeat

    The slings and the arrows they meet

    Each morning will strap on

    A stout mental plastron

    And brace for the next crazy tweet.

    February 8, 2017

  • I knew that bilby was venerable, but I had no idea! This must be from before he was transported.

    February 7, 2017

  • The rhythms of verse should be fluent

    And rhymes come quick and congruent.

    It's often suggested

    A poet congested

    Use sleep as a sure deobstruent.

    February 7, 2017

  • By bioregionalism's grace

    Our maps will display a new face.

    The borders it draws

    Scorn language and laws.

    It's nature that outlines a place.

    February 6, 2017

  • The self-conscious cowpoke makes clear

    His chaps are not fellows but gear,

    His high heels and spurs

    Are what he prefers

    And mark him a bold pistoleer.

    February 5, 2017

  • Miss Gurney is fallen and anchored

    After one too many a tankard.

    Is it fitter to fetch her

    By litter or stretcher

    Or summon an elegant brancard?

    February 4, 2017

  • Consider the bees' looted hives

    And kine in their bucolic lives,

    Kept safe in their lairages

    From natural ravages

    En route to the abbatoir's knives.

    February 3, 2017

  • A city gives refuge at cost:

    Imperial favor is lost.

    Czar Donald the Great

    Will not hesitate

    To punish a rebel volost.

    February 2, 2017

  • The sybarite does as he pleases,

    No shame or regret ever teases,

    And each night he knows

    The sweet deep repose

    Of living without synteresis.

    February 1, 2017

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  • 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