Okay, mate, I’ve fixed the MOTOR –
there, on that shelf, I found some old EPOXY.
[grins] Wish it was as easy to fix the HEART
and make that ancient ticker GODLY.
Inventive
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Particular
PARRY (Hubert, that is) was a 19th century top composer of
CHOIR music. Whether he frowned upon the use of
TUBAL instruments – the serpent and nagphani come to mind – we don’t know; his
PRIORity was the voice, solo or in harmony.
Invention
CHOIRs with orchestras and festive music are what
TUBAL-cain had in mind, inventing bronze instruments. Instead,
SCOURing earth, humankind mined, forged weapons of attack and
PARRY. Yet, on occasion, a battle horn would be used at night to sound the note of rest.
Note: Cf. Gen 4:22 “Zillah also bore Tubal-cain; he was the forger of all instruments of bronze and iron”. Sometimes, scripture can be frustratingly laconic. I would love to know more about Tubal-cain.
The Stealing of the Quark
ALIBI: the things’s too small to steal.
REACH the last guard post, swipe past,
ACRID fear that he’ll be searched. But then: through!
QUARK spins quarkily, nestled in his pocket, or one galaxy away, or both.
Murder in the Particle Accelerator
“ALIBI checks out, Inspector. His wife was in Vegas.”
“REACH for unexplored possibilities, mon ami. We’re not seeing the obvious.”
ACRID case, the mustachioed Belgian thinks to himself.
QUARK scientist struck down by microscope: smells like rotten red herring.
Interdepartmental
ADMIN wants you to try out this
BRAND of soap for a week; their
FAITH in Advertising, who prefer dry to
MOIST toiletries, has gone downhill rapidly.
The Fragility of Libraries
MOISTure brings rot as though time were digesting the books.
BRANDs of fire transform in a night’s evil work: knowledge and beauty now ash.
FAITH must master despair to face the battle against entropy.
ADMINinistration channeling hope as measures to guard and preserve.
Doodad
You’re the
FIBRE in my oatmeal; the
SUGAR in my tea; so I wrote this little
DITTY that begins with C,E,G. Now that’s a pretty simple
TRIAD for this song I’m calling “Doodad.”
Like as to like
The
TRIAD in the pop song from my childhood, which at best must be called a
DITTY, is a constant, the other chords pulled back to it repeatedly, like me to
SUGAR in my overall diet. A few weeks dry and I fall off the wagon. FIBRE I eat aplenty, but sugar is an earworm of a ditty with an irritating triad.
PSA
SUGAR bad!
FIBRE good!
DITTY catchy!
TRIAD, check!