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  • The shopkeeper cheerfully mocks

    The way that the Boer farmer talks.

    He’ll give him a thistle bloom

    When he wants a disselboom

    To hitch up his weary old ox.

    November 16, 2018

  • Yep. I’m wired.

    November 15, 2018

  • The dancer with all limbs akimbo

    Contorts in a lithesome low limbo.

    In firelight flesh glistens

    And all the world listens

    To the beat of the haunting berimbau.

    November 15, 2018

  • In seasons when sunlight is sparse

    The Princess stays in by the hearth.

    When Winter is gone

    And sun soaks the lawn

    Her court will disport on the garth.

    November 14, 2018

  • Brilliant, bilby! Can you copyright a dance move? Shall we race to the patent office? Gimme, gimme, gimme some money for that shimmy.

    November 13, 2018

  • I guessed it was old Abenaki

    Or maybe a rare type of sake,

    But alestake is pure

    Plain English for sure

    And none of that furrin malarkey.

    November 13, 2018

  • When travelers and steeds need a break

    There’s thirst of the horses to slake,

    But coachmen will push

    To the welcoming bush

    And go till they find an alestake.

    November 13, 2018

  • On the Great Puget Sound Octopus Survey

    Beware what the scholars purvey!

    Octopuses are coy in their way.

    They’re dodgers and dancers,

    You can’t trust their answers.

    Who knows how they’ll twist a survey?

    November 12, 2018

  • Concerning our great tribulation

    I offer a hopeful illation:

    The problem derives

    From imbibing lies

    And abstinence ends pixilation.

    November 12, 2018

  • If I were more learned and polished

    I’d know how to say “Magdalen College.”

    Odd words likes demyship

    Would trip light from my lip

    And all would admire my knowledge.

    An interesting note on local pronunciation:

    Don’t make the faux pas of pronouncing Magdalen College ‘Mag-de-len College’. It’s pronounced ‘Maudlin College’. Just to make things more confusing, Magdalen Street in the centre of Oxford IS pronounced ‘Mag-de-len’ but lively Magdelen Road in East Oxford is pronounced ‘Maudlin’ like the college. Got it?!


    November 11, 2018

  • It’s strange prey the bandicoot stalks.

    A sionnach, I learned, is a fox.

    It’s not like he will be

    A pal to a bilby.

    He’ll eat him like bagels and lox.

    November 10, 2018

  • Lexicographers eagerly explicate.

    Though some are disposed to pontificate

    A scholar who’s prudent

    Is modesty’s student,

    Inclined to first quietly ponderate.

    November 10, 2018

  • The bed ought to be like a cloister

    But some noisome neighbor may roister.

    An unwelcome shellfish

    Is Yanno, the selfish,

    Notoriously boisterous, oyster.

    November 10, 2018

  • My neighbor’s a noisy annoyer

    And drove me to go find a lawyer.

    Once keen on hip hop art

    He now swears by Mozart

    My lawyer has wrought metanoia.

    November 9, 2018

  • Greetings.

    November 8, 2018

  • In typical practice of Trumpery

    Civility’s scarce and perfunctory.

    The organs of speech,

    Disgraced in the breach,

    Are put to a service emunctory.

    November 8, 2018

  • There’s uncles and aunts and grandmothers

    And spawn of your sisters and brothers,

    A small baldaquin

    For all balder kin

    And tables in sunlight for others.

    November 7, 2018

  • Is this how our twigs should be bent?

    The goblin’s example has meant

    The way to succeed

    Is easy indeed,

    With bluster and pompous ostent.

    November 6, 2018

  • A penetrating observation, bilby.

    November 5, 2018

  • This is how the critics at Variety acclaim a successful all-women show. Compare boffo and brava. (The all-caps is a regrettable bit of condescension.)

    November 5, 2018

  • There once was a parrot named Darryl

    Who perched by the store’s pickle barrel.

    In his salty past

    He’d sailed ‘fore the mast

    So chattered of halyard and parrel.

    November 5, 2018

  • As humpback compares to a minke

    Or fist to a fluttering pinky

    Do engines for trains

    That roar ’cross the plains

    Compare to the stuttering dinkey.

    November 4, 2018

  • Let speciesism never asunder us

    But love from we two make but one of us.

    Though some think it odd,

    My sweet cephalopod,

    Forever you’ll be my dear wonderpus.

    November 3, 2018

  • The yard has a drive and a fertile edge

    Set round by a well trimmed myrtle hedge.

    It’s modest for sure

    But green and secure,

    A bargain in comfortable curtilage.

    November 3, 2018

  • Reading comments such as those at eckle-feckle I grieve that I missed some merry times at Wordnik.

    November 3, 2018

  • Surveyors come always in twos.

    The head man is careful to choose

    A jolly companion

    To plant the last fanion

    Then off to the pub and the booze.

    November 2, 2018

  • Old friends will at times feel the urge

    To lay down their tools and converge

    To learn how each fares,

    Their hopes and their cares,

    In the warmth of a cozy auberge.

    November 1, 2018

  • The caravans come from afar

    With goods for the local bazaar

    Paid each local chief,

    Lest they come to grief,

    A bribe that they called a caphar.

    October 31, 2018

  • A poet I once knew named Basil

    Tried hard to impress and to dazzle.

    For verses erotic

    He liked the exotic

    And spurned the dull sonnet for ghazal.

    October 30, 2018

  • Astride his dark snorting Bucephalus

    Whose thundering hoofbeats can deafen us,

    The horseman delights

    In haunting our nights,

    More horrid because he’s acephalous.

    October 29, 2018

  • The boffins who deal in robotics

    Avoid the weird look of exotics

    So study a lot

    To mix pet and bot,

    Applying zoosemiotics.

    October 28, 2018

  • We can't do much more than deplore

    The tenants our frail bodies store.

    I’m glad of the pills

    Addressing my ills

    With versatile pharmacaphore.

    October 27, 2018

  • Some radicals acting to start a “-vism”

    More pungent than middle-class artivism

    Now practice disruption

    By fragrant eruption,

    Harassing their targets with fartivism.

    October 26, 2018

  • mayonnaise

    October 26, 2018

  • Its signature characteristic

    Is ponds that bespeckle the district.

    By locals it’s said

    They mark giants’ tread.

    More likely their forming was listric.

    October 25, 2018

  • In times of great want and austerity

    Comparisons pump our prosperity.

    We’re pleased to discover

    A more wretched other

    And comfort ourselves in alterity.

    October 24, 2018

  • His minions must always be loyal,

    Defending his hopeless turmoil.

    They fall out of favor

    Who waffle or waver;

    He does not forgive or assoil.

    October 23, 2018

  • Emissions have made the earth’s sky sick

    And soiled all the waters epeiric.

    We should get on board

    The Paris Accord

    Then learn the new rules and comply quick.

    October 22, 2018

  • I look forward to your contributions.

    October 21, 2018

  • His duty and truth are betrayed

    With every new rodomontade.

    His coarse conversation

    Is tergiversation,

    His speeches sheer fanfaronade.

    October 21, 2018

  • In life Ghengis Khan dressed in ermine,

    For headgear - a tight proto-turban.

    We know not his clothes

    In deathly repose

    But know they’ll be found in a kurgan.

    October 20, 2018

  • Museums these days are eclectic,

    If some call it art they collect it,

    From classical schools

    To stuff with no rules

    And even the paleotechnic.

    October 19, 2018

  • There once was a prince, name of Hamlet,

    A madman (or did he just sham it?),

    Who wore silken pants

    For his epic rants

    But talked to the dead wearing camlet.

    October 18, 2018

  • Some argue the path to true wisdom

    Begins with the font and the chrism,

    But others protest

    The infant is blessed

    With insights of deep innatism.

    October 17, 2018

  • Ambitions advance and they ebb

    Like throbs of the life-giving web.

    Once ardently sought

    Are goals now forgot

    And heart-breaking woe a mere bleb.

    October 16, 2018

  • A dun dune adorns a beach scene

    While inland the valley is green.

    The one’s made of sand

    The other, rich land,

    Yet somehow they both are called dene.

    October 15, 2018

  • How best the erosion abet

    In dunes by nor’easters beset?

    Though some, shrugging, say

    You only can pray

    It makes much more sense to revet.

    October 14, 2018

  • Brett’s drinking improved only ullage;

    His judgment was worn to a dull edge.

    Discernment unclear,

    He mistook for beer

    Concoctions of poisonous sullage.

    October 13, 2018

  • May each dreaming sailor’s keen urge be

    To break from the dock and to surge free

    With wind at her back

    From tack after tack

    Her hair streaming out like a burgee.

    October 12, 2018

  • zuzu, you make it a pleasure to post them.

    October 11, 2018

  • His lashings of gold are grotesque,

    A Midas self-mocked in burlesque.

    His shill, pallid Pence,

    Is small change and hence

    Permitted the cold plateresque.

    October 11, 2018

  • The light of decorum’s entombed,

    God knows when we’ll see it exhumed.

    The shadows that cloak us

    In all that’s atrocious

    Will stay till that lamp is relumed.

    October 10, 2018

  • Some think there are mischievous progeny

    Descended from tales of cosmogony.

    No maker need be

    A he nor a she

    But a being of holy androgyny.

    October 9, 2018

  • The nurses are unctuous and syrupy,

    Their chatter theatrically chirrupy

    To make you feel sure

    They’ll manage your cure

    With doses of heliotherapy.

    October 8, 2018

  • Their postures are true antebellum;

    They’d write if they could on old vellum.

    They yearn for the day

    When cotton held sway

    And call Sumter’s walls their sacellum.

    October 7, 2018

  • It could be a Stephen King clown stole

    Some oil giant’s blackening brown soul

    And crammed it like phlegm

    In the steel flower’s stem,

    Accounting for obstacles downhole.

    October 6, 2018

  • There’s almost a sanctified aura

    To ruins of great Roman fora,

    But best bear in mind

    They thronged with our kind

    Who idled their time playing morra.

    October 5, 2018

  • A justice should be an upstander,

    A model of frankness and candor,

    And heaven forfend

    He need to defend

    ‘Gainst stories of drunken esclandre.

    October 4, 2018

  • The pundits deploy their ungainly tact,

    Unwilling to say what is plainly fact.

    He doesn’t misstate

    Or exaggerate:

    The man is a frank mythomaniac.

    October 3, 2018

  • It’s good for a lusty air crew,

    No more, they contend, than their due:

    High over the deep

    While passengers sleep

    To join in a lively airscrew.

    October 2, 2018

  • The problems that harry the nation

    Persist to the general frustration.

    They’re readily dumped

    And easily trumped

    By the goblin’s bizarre self centration.

    October 1, 2018

  • A physicist, stars in his eyes,

    Cried, “Love is a lovely surprise!

    The system’s enthalpy

    Is measurably paltry

    But, oh! How it does energize!”

    September 30, 2018

  • Sorry. These old eyes ain’t what they used to be.

    September 30, 2018

  • I think Amsterdamster is more pleasing to the ear tham Amsterdammer.

    September 30, 2018

  • A bad shoe can drive a man batshit.

    It shouldn’t be work to attach it.

    You needn’t bend over

    To put on a loafer.

    To hell with the laces and latchet!

    September 29, 2018

  • Well done, zuzu!

    September 28, 2018

  • Ahoy, bilby! Long time no read. Have you been off foraging for tasty lichens?

    September 28, 2018

  • The news makes me feel like old Job.

    It bruise some cranial lobe.

    I crave only quiet;

    I cannot deny it,

    I’m now a confirmed phonophobe.

    September 28, 2018

  • In Heorot he gave them all hope,

    At least a bare method to cope.

    Now hear Grendel’s roar

    At our trembling door

    But where is our comforting scop?

    Note: Pronunciation guidance varies: skop, shop and shope. The last of these is the one I was taught by scholars I trust.

    September 27, 2018

  • Heorot is a mead-hall described in the Anglo-Saxon epic Beowulf as "the foremost of halls under heaven." It served as a palace for King Hroðgar, a legendary Danish king of the sixth century. Heorot means 'Hart, stag'. After the malicious entity Grendel slaughters the inhabitants of the hall, the Geatish hero Beowulf defends the royal hall before subsequently defeating him. Later Grendel's Mother attacks the inhabitants of the hall, and she too is subsequently defeated by Beowulf.

    September 27, 2018

  • Tank, I am not worthy - but immensely flattered.

    September 27, 2018

  • The goblin of course could still tweet.

    I know it’s a foolish conceit

    To wish for (pro patria!)

    A case of anarthria

    But wouldn’t the silence be sweet?

    September 26, 2018

  • A bull fight’s a basically cruel event,

    Provoking a harmless great ruminant

    By pain and affronts

    And daredevil stunts

    To actions soon fatally fulminant.

    September 25, 2018

  • I think that there surely has got to be

    At least a faint taint of hypocrisy

    In places that get

    Their guests very wet

    And call the procedure hydropathy.

    September 24, 2018

  • Demure to ensure there’s no blame cast

    The coy maid is cautiously shamefast.

    By blushes and sighs

    She cleverly tries

    How long she can make the old game last.

    September 23, 2018

  • See skein.

    September 23, 2018

  • There once was a zealot named Wiggin

    Who practiced outlandish religion.

    Despite vulgar stares

    He said morning prayers

    Clad only in boots and a biggin.

    September 22, 2018

  • A beam of bright light was once set upon

    By ambushers with a sly etalon,

    Their ingenious aim -

    To make the beam lame

    And harness the hitch in its get along.

    September 21, 2018

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

    Consoling our dry stomach linings;

    So God bless the brewer!

    Let’s never have fewer

    Of vats and of casks and of finings.

    September 20, 2018

  • Miss Grundy was quite at a loss

    To find a light comment to toss,

    So breathlessly viewed

    That arrogant nude,

    The fleshless, compelling kouros.

    September 19, 2018

  • ‘Mongst hulking great vessels of war

    That bristle with weapons galore

    The humble patache

    With nimble panache

    Still flits between ship’s side and shore.

    September 18, 2018

  • Thank you kindly, zuzu.

    September 18, 2018

  • The curse of the bashful winebibber

    Is drink at the first makes him glibber

    But eloquence fades,

    The right word evades

    And soon he’ll do no more than gibber.

    September 17, 2018

  • Blasphemers will profane the altar

    And read from a mischievous psalter.

    Some, without qualms

    Will distort the psalms;

    Instead of true preaching they palter.

    September 16, 2018

  • Her enemies cruelly abuse her

    And call her a heartless Medusa.

    Such charges are wild;

    She’s really quite mild,

    No more than a creepy empuse.

    September 15, 2018

  • The pirates triumphant are plunder-drunk,

    Their hardships for now all in wonder sunk,

    Engorged with their loot

    Of viands and fruit,

    Forgetting their dinners of dunderfunk.

    September 14, 2018

  • The Camelot ladies adore it

    But knights of the table deplore it.

    For questing you need

    Some strong ale and mead.

    You can’t hunt the Beast drinking morat.

    September 13, 2018

  • See also Questing Beast.

    September 13, 2018

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


    September 13, 2018

  • OED

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

    September 12, 2018

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

    If better than I could exist?”

    The dun-colored prism

    Of his dullardism

    Showed only his face in the mist.

    September 12, 2018

  • Once crimes were resolved by MacGyver,

    That endlessly clever contriver.

    Now villains are caught

    More often than not

    By white-coated experts on livor.

    September 11, 2018

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

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


    September 10, 2018

  • Plural of Gello.

    September 10, 2018

  • A cowboy not home on the range

    Is given to conduct that’s strange.

    In search of romance

    He’ll try hard to dance

    But only can lollop and brainge.

    September 10, 2018

  • The witch who was doc for the group

    Would steep an old napkin in soup.

    When spells went awry

    A broth of newt’s eye

    Would make a most excellent stupe.

    September 9, 2018

  • I’m welcome all over the town.

    The grownups invite a sit-down,

    But all the kids know me

    By my odd visnomy

    As Donald the Dangerous clown.

    September 8, 2018

  • A hapax legomenon.

    September 7, 2018

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

    Another says, “Nay, it is babble!”

    The conference is shattered

    And comity battered

    In a lexicographical brabble.

    September 7, 2018

  • The annals record not a precedent

    For comments like these of our president.

    Some language was salty

    Or grammar was faulty

    But none so obtuse or maledicent.

    September 6, 2018

  • Oh, how many evils arise

    When citizens blinker their eyes,

    When allegiance to fact

    Is a perilous act

    And seeking the truth an emprise?

    September 5, 2018

  • See Prometheus.

    September 4, 2018

  • I like my cheesecake framboise-y,

    A scarlet and ivory jamboree

    The cake’s at its best

    When liberally blessed

    With berries all lushly cramoisie.

    September 4, 2018

  • He listens to boring accounts

    Of places he cannot pronounce,

    Hiding incomprehension

    With feigned close attention

    And solemn executive frounce.

    September 3, 2018

  • There once was a lady named Maggie

    Pathetically shriveled and saggy.

    Bag ladies aren’t keen

    On careful hygiene

    So Maggie was savagely caggy.

    September 2, 2018

  • Our Ernest loves words like calcanea

    And other such strange miscellanea.

    It’s the wordy’s affliction,

    A nerdy addiction,

    A potent, though weird, methomania.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    September 1, 2018

  • There once was a spokesman named Ziegler,

    A famously flexible wriggler.

    While still a mere youth

    He bargained with truth

    And proved a most obstinate higgler.

    August 31, 2018

  • We fear for the health of democracy

    And Sanders decries our plutocracy,

    But fears in me linger

    From his wagging finger

    That Bernie supports pedantocracy.

    August 30, 2018

  • alexz has a list called Glitched definitions.

    August 30, 2018

  • The Pharma Bro’s free market ultraism,

    Though seen quite rightly as vulturism,

    Was deemed unassailable

    So crimes that were jailable

    Were found to obtain a result in prison.

    August 29, 2018

  • They study the lore and phonetics

    And delve into tribal memetics,

    But some, sick of prying,

    Are given to lying

    To tart up the ethnopoetics.

    August 28, 2018

  • We often respond rather comically

    To sounds we produce anatomically.

    Our rumbles and farts

    Suggest martial arts

    And sometimes a new gigantomachy.

    August 27, 2018

  • The “blimp” was a British wry tease:

    A Trump in his bright tighty-whities.

    Onlookers were cheerful,

    The Trump, though, was tearful,

    Afflicted with gross tympanites.

    August 26, 2018

  • Though wise men maintain it’s a verity

    That rudeness and insult are ferity,

    With those who won’t see

    What’s plain villainy

    The sages permit some asperity.

    August 25, 2018

  • Despite our indignant chorus

    Polluters still mock or ignore us

    And now heaps of swill

    On Capitol Hill

    Grow fouler and more cacodorous.

    August 24, 2018

  • My muse is some days on hiatus

    Affecting my lit’rary status.

    In those trying times

    I recycle rhymes

    And bide as a passive literatus.

    August 23, 2018

  • Ty, zuzu!

    August 22, 2018

  • The kindly ones look for a way

    To soothe me on my natal day:

    “To tally each dawn’s

    A foolish metewand!

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

    August 22, 2018

  • A yearning heart and dramaturgy

    Support effective hierurgy.

    A conscience that’s raw

    And penitent’s awe

    Combine in solemn synergy.

    August 21, 2018

  • Welcome aboard, klezmania.

    August 20, 2018

  • The voters abide a mild bounderism

    But will they endure outright scoundrelism?

    Mistaken election

    May bring on reflection

    And maybe a morsel of sounder wisdom.

    August 20, 2018

  • Accustomed to shortage and paucity

    The poor folk have great curiosity:

    They cannot divine

    Just why the rich whine.

    What ails those in pecuniosity?

    August 19, 2018

  • Maternal caresses and hugs come

    To even the humblest of bugdom,

    For like every other

    A worm has a mother

    Who cares not her offspring are ugsome.

    August 18, 2018

  • Dilute not your umbrage with snark!

    Your bite should be worse than your bark.

    The highest of dudgeon

    Befits the curmudgeon,

    Who’s called to be arch aristarch.

    August 17, 2018

  • The owl and the robin do differ thus:

    The chirper finds darkness somniferous,

    The nocturnal owl

    Is out on the prowl,

    Aloft when the sky is stelliferous.

    August 16, 2018

  • Thanks, zuzu.

    August 15, 2018

  • Not crooked perhaps - only gently bent,

    Charming withal, and a friendly gent.

    The lobbyist’s wiles

    Are favors and smiles

    Enabling new friends be consentient.

    August 15, 2018

  • Some suffer a boring monogamy

    Afflicted by torpid monotony,

    But others think strife

    Twixt husband and wife

    Should offer exciting monomachy.

    August 14, 2018

  • Historically sailors would hark

    To foghorns that blast in the dark,

    But these days they heed

    The GPS feed

    And don’t even need a seamark.

    August 13, 2018

  • Stargazing has often a quality

    Of mystic but harmless frivolity,

    But don’t laugh or jibe

    At that solemn tribe

    That practices genethlialogy.

    August 12, 2018

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

    I misapprehended this codicology;

    It’s for ancient writing,

    Not haddock and whiting,

    Nor matters affecting our cod ecology.

    August 11, 2018

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

    Or dodgy evasive sidewinder.

    He comes with lips open

    And stubby hands gropin’.

    A venomous preening highbinder.

    August 10, 2018

  • Priscilla affirmed she would marry

    Young Boris if he were less hairy.

    He waxed and he plucked;

    No oyster once shucked

    Ever glistened more pallid and glairy.

    August 9, 2018

  • We shouldn’t be shy or myopic

    But yogurt’s a sensitive topic,

    For effluents leak

    To make the stuff “Greek”

    And all local ponds are eutrophic.

    August 8, 2018

  • Ensure that you’re trademark compliant

    Promoting your company’s giant.

    It‘s copyright folly

    To say “green and jolly”

    So boast that he’s vernal and riant.

    August 7, 2018

  • Watch out for that little Jack Horner

    With plums on his thumbs in the corner.

    When Muffet’s astray

    From curds and her whey

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

    August 6, 2018

  • A gothic estate needs a proper lawn,

    A pond in the shape of an octagon,

    A statue or two,

    A ruin to view

    And one mysterious monopteron.

    August 5, 2018

  • Cambridge English Dictionary:

    short form of dare(s) not:

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

    August 4, 2018

  • Though hearts are swiftly beguiled

    By orphans that ought to be wild

    The zookeeper daren’t

    Become alloparent,

    Attached to a beast like a child.

    August 4, 2018

  • Some shanty the tired whalers sang

    To work till the dinner bell rang.

    On days spent at flense

    It made perfect sense

    To dine on a chowder of krang.

    August 3, 2018

  • Deluded, resentful, they throng to see

    His orgy of bombastic bonhomie.

    The whole horde agrees

    To be worker bees

    And strive in the hive of plutonomy.

    August 2, 2018

  • The rules of the local infirmary

    Ban pets as too pesky and murmurry.

    My bucket of worms

    Just silently squirms

    So they let me hold on to my wormery.

    August 1, 2018

  • His style he supposes evincive

    Of glories of sultans and princes,

    But gilding is crass

    In alloy with brass,

    Evincing but snickers and winces.

    July 31, 2018

  • By trumpets woodwinds and trombone

    A great deal of music is blown,

    And riding those gusts

    In dartings and thrusts

    Are flights of the sweet chordophone.

    July 30, 2018

  • I offer a free hermeneutic;

    The difficult work is propaedeutic;

    But, competence gained,

    Then freedom’s attained

    And learning thereafter is therapeutic.

    July 29, 2018

  • There once was a fellow named Stegman

    Who worked as a butter and egg man,

    But having grown chary

    Of chickens and dairy

    Embarked on a life as a yeggman.

    July 28, 2018

  • When feeling depressed and solitary

    Recall that our blessing can vary.

    Do not make life’s measure

    The getting of treasure;

    Embrace simple joys of the proletary.

    July 27, 2018

  • See also aiglet and aglet.

    July 26, 2018

  • Attachments to clothes in most cases

    Will stab you in sensitive places,

    However a tag well met

    Is the wee aigulette

    That stiffens the end of your laces.

    July 26, 2018

  • Thank you, zuzu.

    July 25, 2018

  • An internal metronome swings in us

    And insight when rhymed aright clings to us,

    But flexion is key

    In lines four and three

    For they are the limerick’s ginglymus.

    July 25, 2018

  • milquetoast

    July 24, 2018

  • milk of human kindness

    July 24, 2018

  • Our Ernest, despite his avidity,

    Eschews any careless rapidity.

    Like rarest of fungi

    With lips and his tongue he

    Will savor each new word’s sapidity.

    Find out more about Ernest Bafflewit

    July 24, 2018

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

    July 24, 2018

  • The words in such dull iteration

    Are not even tergiversation.

    “There was no collusion”

    In witless profusion

    Is no more than verbigeration.

    July 23, 2018

  • In this so disconsolate season,

    When fear tries to rule over reason,

    Is caesaropapism

    Refreshing escapism

    Compared to the rumors of treason.

    July 22, 2018

  • Mix tallow and oil and then rub in

    Till fingers are worn to a nubbin.

    To make your boot leather

    Impervious to weather

    You add lots of sweat to your dubbin.

    July 21, 2018

  • Oh, what did that yellow slip presage;

    A baleful or jubilant message?

    What‘s won or what’s lost

    To merit the cost

    Of telegram’s costly expressage?

    July 20, 2018

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

    July 19, 2018

  • My loaf is a shame and a woe

    But means to save face now I know,

    Not slighting the bread

    But praising instead

    By claiming it’s called fricandeau.

    July 19, 2018

  • Achieving the state of aged adult

    These chances are few to exult:

    I need not assent

    To strict rules of Lent

    All thanks to the papal indult.

    July 18, 2018

  • The old man was shriveled and wizened,

    The lassie however was lithesome.

    I’ve heard it reported

    The ways she contorted

    Brought on a discreet microseism.

    July 17, 2018

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

    July 16, 2018

  • In appearance it’s comically kookie -

    Both mutt and raccoon - a tanuki!

    A gigantic scrotum

    Is his magic totem.

    That’s fable but still pretty spooky.

    July 16, 2018

  • I’d rather be elsewhere than stay

    In caverns where nightmares can prey.

    It’s foolish, not brave

    To enter a cave

    Unless you’ve been shown a manway.

    July 15, 2018

  • The tasks to support agriculture

    Include an unglamorous dull chore,

    As most men will find

    That milling’s a grind,

    Relieved by receipt of the multure.

    July 14, 2018

  • Isadora, oldtimers allege,

    Would dance in a cloud of Arpège,

    Adorned all the while

    With only a smile

    And diaphanous wisps of barege.

    July 13, 2018

  • Your status you may well enhance

    By carefully casual dalliance.

    The rich and the great

    Are stylishly late,

    And greater the longer the tarriance.

    July 12, 2018

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

    Whenever not smugly flag hugging

    He’s giving the gov’mint a mugging.

    He’s snug with rich thugs

    Who buzz thick like bugs

    Engorged with the glut of their pugging.

    July 11, 2018

  • The job of enclosing and snugging

    Needs patience for doing the pugging,

    A good eye and feel

    To make clay congeal

    And strength for the tedious lugging.

    July 11, 2018

  • If you should be born a narwhal

    And find it won’t suit you at all,

    Apply to a shaman

    To make you a cayman

    Or other exotic nahual.

    July 10, 2018

  • The landscape’s a bleak desolation,

    Too grim to bear long contemplation.

    A guy could do worse

    Than write silly verse

    While giving the news aversation.

    July 9, 2018

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

    Our genes are now subject to edit.

    Disrupting concinnity

    And delicate synteny

    Might serve as a reason to dread it.

    July 8, 2018

  • In heartwarming tableaux of old

    The prospector pans for his gold;

    The motorized trommel

    Is now what is normal,

    A scene that leaves dreaming hearts cold.

    July 7, 2018

  • Milady likes tea that’s served punctual

    With certain wee treats that are munchable.

    All implements furnished

    Are brilliant and burnished,

    Laid out in a pattern quincuncial.

    July 6, 2018

  • It could be a slavish faux Putinism

    Or native enjoyment of brutalism,

    Or weak leader’s dread

    Of being gainsaid

    That fosters his crude absolutism.

    July 5, 2018

  • The gestures are false but methodical:

    Flag hugging is crudely symbolical;

    His staging quite brims

    With anthems and hymns

    And all of it mock patriotical.

    July 4, 2018

  • Good people be silent and hark ye!

    Believe not the goblin’s malarkey!

    He’ll wheedle and flatter

    But words do not matter.

    He means to construct an autarchy.

    July 3, 2018

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

    July 3, 2018

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

    July 2, 2018

  • A bon vivant might play a new card

    Affecting a flashy foulard,

    But such fashions fade

    As soon as they’re played

    Replaced by the latest boutade.

    July 2, 2018

  • Impoverishment is a damn nuisance

    But think of these words in a new sense:

    A currency which is

    A transfer of riches -

    A free and renewable two cents.

    July 1, 2018

  • To live in Hong Kong can be dicey -

    The housing is terribly pricey.

    The rents are so bloated

    That often they’re quoted

    In carats per month or in sycee.

    July 1, 2018

  • The place was a burning solarium

    So, wilting, he waved his orarium;

    Thus Caesar conveyed

    His need for some shade,

    And slaves trotted out the velarium.

    June 30, 2018

  • The eugenics project resulted in

    An unsatisfactory cultigen.

    Reversing bold plans

    They bred Yankees fans

    Instead of a species of ultra-men.

    June 29, 2018

  • In whom is such consummate talent seen,

    Picasso perhaps, or in Balanchine?

    What chef can impart

    That tone of high art

    We seek in the glistening galantine?

    June 28, 2018

  • When efforts at mending and wrappage

    Can’t hide your tin lizzie is crappage

    Then turn in your honey

    And take the blood money

    To buy a new friend with the scrappage.

    June 27, 2018

  • The harried mom desperately reasoned

    Her brat needed mush highly seasoned.

    The trick was a help;

    It silenced her whelp

    By stifling his cries in his weasand.

    June 26, 2018

  • A taste for the market stampede

    And years in the bourse may well lead

    To regal facility

    For rustic gentility

    At the court of your summer bastide.

    June 25, 2018

  • Now some people browse for a swap

    And others use Paypal to shop,

    But oniomania

    Infects certain crania

    And online they never need stop.

    June 24, 2018

  • Antiquity’s singers were apt to tell

    Of ominous blooms of asphodel.

    Persephone’s bower

    Was full of this flower,

    Bred of the netherworld’s sapropel.

    June 23, 2018

  • Big Bird, on a new diet slant,

    Suggests that his pal eat an ant,

    But Ol’ Snuffleupagus

    Is not myrmecophagous.

    He tries to comply but he can’t.

    June 22, 2018

  • For pessimists life has gone dark

    Lit only by danger’s faint spark.

    Expressions of joy

    Serve but to annoy

    A sufferer shrouded in cark.

    June 21, 2018

  • When striving and troublesome quest abate

    And days of diversion and rest await,

    I’ll work to no goal

    Nor pay labor’s toll,

    For starting tomorrow I’ll estivate.

    June 20, 2018

  • It pleases us all to play critic

    And make our assessments acidic.

    Oh, let us not hasten

    To cavil and chasten

    But walk with the other a bittock.

    June 19, 2018

  • There’s many a line to be drawn

    To finish my chiliagon.

    With pencils and rules

    And paper my tools

    With patience I’ll see you anon.

    June 18, 2018

  • Warhol had an ingenious plan

    To paint a tomato soup can.

    He knew to expect hype

    And many an ectype.

    Call Andy a shrewd businessman.

    June 17, 2018

  • We plan, we prepare and we scheme

    Constructing the future we dream,

    But by nature’s kindness

    We’re sheltered by blindness

    And spared the despair of foregleam.

    June 16, 2018

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

    June 15, 2018

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  • Long before your persistent brilliance we had sionnach. There are a couple of limericks on eckle-feckle that still make me laugh.

    November 2, 2018

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

    May 5, 2018

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

    May 4, 2018

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

    June 27, 2017

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

    June 3, 2015

  • Dear qms,

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

    Get well soon,


    June 3, 2015

  • Did your vault parse the arc of a diver?

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

    But forgive me this jest,

    I wish you and elbows my best,

    *shakes fist at said stupid driver*

    June 1, 2015

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

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

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

    May 31, 2015

  • At Wordnik we are truly blessed

    To have, as lyricist, qms.

    Although a recent awkward injury

    may make his typing a bit gingery

    we still daily receive of his best.

    May 30, 2015

  • The annum revolves from last to next

    But yields no daily tempting text.

    Is there some curse

    On good-natured verse

    Or will 2015 be lexically hexed?

    January 1, 2015

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

    December 25, 2014

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

    December 24, 2014

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

    December 15, 2014

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

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

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

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

    Anent your fiery fat pill story

    More testimony is obligatory.

    You should be testing

    Other ways of ingesting.

    Suppose you try suppository?

    July 3, 2014

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

    January 1, 2014

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

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

    December 19, 2013

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

    December 19, 2013

  • From 11/27/2013, hebetude

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

    December 19, 2013

  • WotD for 12/06/2013, subnivean

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

    December 19, 2013

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

    From 12/11/2013, cete

    "Coitus" supplies a word for "mate;"

    A batch of badgers it names "cete."

    It could be fun to view

    What those badgers do

    If, like words from roots, they proliferate.

    December 19, 2013

  • From 12/05/2013, morosoph

    The lit'ry world may haughtily scoff

    And judge the writer in some way "off,"

    But a limericist's tools

    Are the insights of fools.

    The form is the art of the morosoph.

    December 19, 2013

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

    December 18, 2013

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

    December 18, 2013