Author: Mike Crowl

‘Are you both soch coddly EVOKEs?’ –
meaning Ewoks – THEIR
mispronouncing DADDY
night on night requests. His twin sons’ PUPILs
sparkle.

A SCOT said, I know there’s a dearth of words on Quordle, but
‘CIRCA’ three times in a month seems a bit extreme.
QUOTH the Quordle maker, Freddie Meyer, ‘Sorry, mate,’ there are only so many words I can
DANCE with.’

BOOTH, the Salvationist, said, ‘How the
DEUCE do you think the devil is going to
PROVE you’re unsaved? Does he believe everyone will
ROAST alongside him in Hell?

The
BULKY fellow on the
CELLO is something of a
FIEND when he ruins the end of the serene piece with a loudly vocal
WHOOP!

Today I saw a golfer tear a STRIP
off his placid, always pleasant CADDY.
Not an inch did the guy BUDGE;
just took it on his manly SHOALders.

ROUGH-voiced he said, ‘I’ll stand in your
STEAD.’ He took the brunt of their abuse,
STOKEd by ideological fires, by those who stand
APART from history and from plain good sense.

GLADE is the name of an air freshener.
CRICK in my scent nerves when fresheners used;
MANLY my scent nerves; air freshener vapid, like
PENNE pasta eaten with a sauce that soaks it.

PRINT the news that I’ve been
FREED to stand up strong against my foes, to
EQUIP the world from head to toes.
WHACK! What? You gave me a bleeding nose!

[Possibly scraping the bottom of the barrel today...]