Sunday, March 15, 2009
Quivel Me This
Quivel is the term coined by Dr. John for the poetry based on Quilly's Three Word Thursday words.
Here is my one and only ever attempt because now my headache is worse after this mess.
Quivel Most Evil
Jhonas spelled his name with a digraph
which he explained in a long paragraph
in a journaled anopisthograph.
His decided apanthropinization
allowed for lengthy reflection,
mental and spiritual organization.
The choice of aloneness was not a mystery
Based on reasoning most paultry
And the use of much casuistry.
With a father who was tyrannical
And a mother who was autocratical
He had too much experience with the cynicocratical.
So he behaved quite raucous
And caused a huge fracas
When he his teacher did percuss.
The scene was very horrendous
The injury he inflicted very hideous
The screams and crying very hitonious.
He was sent where they practiced the Angelus
Hoping he would become more isangelous
Instead he ended up just isagelous.
Trying to be harmonious
He spoke and acted mellifluous
Being sort of symphonious.
He hung out with fanatics
That searched for relics
Priced by hungry numismatics.
Their comments about him were contumelious
Their thoughts of him scurrilous
Their behavior and treatment opprobrious.
Their scorn affected him plenty
So much so that he felt empty
His list of friends showing a definite paucity.
For once in his life he was perspicacious
When normally he was not sagacious
This once his thinking efficacious.
Deciding to scram
From an upsetting engram
His existence would become quondam.
Beyond a mere sternutation
Or even a simple evacuation
This called for complete detonation
With a past teterrimous
A present most malodorous
And a future looking poisonous
He did not want to be just another ant
He was tired of being volgivagant
And part of the proletariat
So gathering his cither
Packing up his zither
Off he did slither
To become some sort of satirist,
A critical, carping caricaturist
And spoiling, soiling, zoilist.
Name That Famous Dead Person Quotes
"Who is wise? He that learns from everyone. Who is powerful? He that governs his passions. Who is rich? He who is content. Who is that? Nobody." – Benjamin Franklin
"What is moral is what you feel good after, and what is immoral is what you feel bad after." – Ernest Hemingway
"Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information." – T. S. Eliot
"When angry, count four; when very angry, swear." – Mark Twain
"Why not whip the teacher when the pupil misbehaves?" – Diogenes of Sinope
“Which way did he go, George? Which way did he go?” - Willoughby, the hunting dog from the cartoon The Heckling Hare
"How you think when you lose determines how long it will be until you win." – G. K. Chesterton
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Sounds sort of like the Jaberwoky.ReplyDelete
Actonbell: My head still hurts.ReplyDelete
Tom: Or gobble-dee-goop.
Excellent Nessa...I think I'm staying out of this Quivel...I would have a migraine. You did great and I enjoyed this.ReplyDelete
Phew!! That's quite a quivel!! No wonder you've got a headache!! I loved reading this!ReplyDelete
Thanks for the vote!
So gathering his citherReplyDelete
Packing up his zither
Off he did slither
BRAVO, Nessa! Such an exercise would love me to dribble poorly with words, yet you mastered it with out a doubt.
Thom: You have made the correct choice.ReplyDelete
Jientje: You're welcome. Love you photos.
TTWC: It was definitely a dribbling quivel.
Oh no ... what are you talking about ..ReplyDelete
Thanks for commenting on my Today's Flower post. Appreciate that. Do come again. See you ...
Lewis Carroll would have been so proud, Nessa!ReplyDelete
Any comment would pale in comparison to that masterpiece. Well played!ReplyDelete
Blossom: I have no idea what I'm talking about.ReplyDelete
David: Big, white rabbits and mushrooms.
Jeff B: I know. I made you speechless; D
How did I miss this hitonious Quivel? It is a master specimen! I applaud your creative abilities!ReplyDelete
Quilly: Good thing you found this one because there won't be another. It was hitoniously painful.ReplyDelete
For now, I returned from half way. Will be back for the rest of it.ReplyDelete
Congratulations for making to POTD.
Oh! My! What a fantastic word play,left my head in a spin too.ReplyDelete
Congrats on POTD!
Word play can be such fun...but I think you may have had a headache after all the thought that went into this one! Congrats on POTD mention!ReplyDelete
Introspection: Thank you for visiting.ReplyDelete
Indrani: Thanks. I bet your head is spinning.
Sandi: Thank you. I still have a headache.