ludic verbosity for the win
Being ever so slightly jittery, I whistle a little DITTY –
or dittery, if you want it to rhyme. I march on the FLANK
of a glittery army, marching in time. I bank on the MARCH-
ing battery to keep us from harm, to give us some TEETH;
since mine are so ever so chattery – like my heart underneath.
Today we present the new five-line DQP.
That
GLASS and HOUSE should appear in the same Quordle
is like four words in Connections making immediate sense.
But
for EXIST and FINAL to appear together is existent-
ial. It makes the brain dawdle – hobbled – and warble
like the magpies: Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle!
Back in the days when we had a lion TAMER,
when the circus had no strictures to APPLY,
the tamer told the lion his bum to SHUNT;
the lion responded with a shrug and a HUMPH.
POLKA dots of ketchup so I
THREW it into the washer hoping for
MAGIC, but no, they’re still there.
SPURT of frantic scrubbing also non-magical.
REVUE program design a
FIGHT with the (micro)managers like a cruel
BINGO game of unpredictable demands like
SERIF or sans-serif for the “special thanks” section.
DITTY stuck in my head, like a
BARGE, moving but not seeming to.
CANON says such songs must be bad, but
GOLLY, I like it despite myself.
FILTH litters the halls and courtyards, all
TRACE of its former glory gone.
STONY faced librarians, not jobless, finger the odd
FOLIO that managed to escape consumption.
[This one inspired by the most recent Rest is History episode.]
STIFF hairbrush braises my scalp –
QUOTH my mother, as of yore:
‘MUCKY little beast, clean up, or I’ll drive a
WEDGE between your hair and your brain.’
“STIFF upper lip,”
QUOTH the raven.
(MUCKY memory on that one.
WEDGEd homework between parties.)
IONIC bonding, molecular weights: such things
DAUNT me more than asking out Alicia Stevens, so I
BRIBE Simon Grandfield to help get my grade
NORTH of a C-.