Fatal to the Footwear

LARGE brackish pond, once stepped into, having
STUNK something fierce, made me wonder how to tell it
SLANT for polished recollection, but it’s just tale of
NINNY who stepped in it and later threw out his shoes.

Bilge

EXACTly how you can say one
GLEAM of the sun’s ray
TODAY counts as a sunny day. It’s
BILGE, your brain has gone astray.

Contrast

LUCKY you only have to
EMBED some words in a Quordle poem once, as spitting
LLAMA, arrogant, stiff-necked, makes a poor bedfellow for
OTTER, supple and smooth, swift and flitting.

[Turns out the first word should have been MUCKY. I need new glasses.]