Daily Quordle Poem - ludic verbosity for the win

02-14

WOOER strikes out. Went for broke on big gesture.
STATEd objection: I like you as a friend.
FERAL mood walking home,
STRIPs torn off the bushes. The world is out of joint.

Mundane

STRIP away the fabric hindrances,
STATE for the millionth time our desire––
WOOER embracing, wooed embraced; love is
FERAL, tenacious in the midst of mundanity.

See more at Notes by Steven.

Repartee

BASIL’s wife is somewhat
PLUMP and he is quite a
TEASE. She answers
DRYLY his remarks, avenging
them with ease.

Passive Aggressiveness

PLUMP gourmand remarked

DRYLY that the soup perhaps had too much

BASIL, to which his wife (and cook)

TEASEd him that perhaps less soup would be good for him.

Convoluted

TEASE my PLUM Pudding DRYLY with BASIL.
Basil, my plump one, teases dryly with wit and
a kind of plump humour, dry Lycra-garbed Basil. Tea’s
‘ere, Bas. I’ll plump pillows for you, teasely dry you.

[When the brain can’t behave itself.]

This company originated in my home city of Dunedin, New Zealand. A large mural St George advertisement is still visible on a wall, from London street.
This label was one of a series that appeared on the Plum Pudding canister.

PLUMP young Gregory, eight years old, not yet the hollow cheeked Nyssa, as on icons–
DRYLY his older brother asks: “Surely you will not jump in again?”
BASIL, older brother, not yet the Great, as in history,
TEASEs lovingly. Today: two young brothers, an idle afternoon, playing on a river’s bank.
Later, two fathers, Cappadocian, cold waters of the Halys long since dried off.

Note: I’m imagining Basil the Great and Gregory of Nyssa as young brothers, in their hometown of Caesarea of Cappadocia–now Kayseri in Turkey–spending an afternoon on what was then called the river Halys in Greek.