In a Pinch
A pinch of this, a pinch of that.
A pinch of salt or pinch of fat.
What is held between one’s fingers,
the thought of it most surely lingers—
those grains of salt to lick off you
or thoughts of belly fat to rue.
The dVerse Quadrille prompt today is pinch.
To see how others have responded to the prompt, go HERE.
Image by Ksenia Makagono on Unsplash.
For Pensitivity’s Fibbing Friday the prompts to define are:
1. Biscotza: A pizza with a biscotti crust.
2. Blabbermaul: Mobster’s girlfriend who turned informant
3. Brutz : Mean men
4. Buss: Transportation for serpents
5. Doplich: A strap with which you lead a dop around.
6. Schnickelfritz: Your answer to your friend’s query about your very bad cheap permanent.
7. Strubbly: A short person with an effervescent personality
8. Glickleck: A French request for a hickey.
9. Grex: Your second husband’s response when your first husband strides into the room.
10. Schnitz: A thin, fried cutlet of meat with a bite taken out of it.
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Blunt Cut
(A Dear John Note from Rapunzel)
If my hair is a ladder, I’m cutting each rung
and closing the window from which they are hung.
Hope you find a good job since my decision to lop
off your means of support when I cut off my mop!
For RDP: Blunt
Yes, it’s true. Costco owes me thirty minutes, which is how long it took
me to get this blasted can of Kirkland Tomato Paste Open!!!!
How is that possible and why was it Costco’s fault? Let me tell you. The story begins when my neighbors Sergio and David asked if I needed anything at Costco. I asked them to get me hamburger and they returned with a package the size of a large newborn baby..7 1/2 lbs! So, I divided it into 7 one pound packages and one 1/2 pound one. Click on pictures to enlarge and hear the rest of the tale.
For Pensitivity’s Fibbing Friday the prompts to define are:
1. Meldrop Delivery for Mr. Gibson
2. Snirl A half-hearted snarl
3. Kiffle Indecision over whether to bestow a kiss or not
4. Fox’s Cough A fortunate warning for the hare
5. Sternutament What mom asks you to do to the batter for her cashew cake while she goes to answer the phone.
6. Awvish Someone given to being overwhelmed
7. Presenteeism An overwhelming tendency to attend
8. Headwarch The dominant member of a coven
9. Kink-Haust Living in a morally depraved dwelling
10. Alysm A belief that everything is equally good in the world.
Fire & Ice
The fatal flakes of swirling snow
covered everything below,
including picnickers too frail
to withstand the frozen gale.
Framed in words, alas, more gory
than what was the actual story,
the fading flame of their last fire
was said to be their funeral pyre.
But they who replace truth with fable
sometimes choose to turn the table,
feigning facts with spurious lies,
creating fiction in its guise.
The truth is that the icy glaze
that covered lovers was just a phase,
for just before it was too late,
they hopped aboard a passing freight,
then jumped off at a neighboring town
where they flagged a taxi down.
Those bodies reduced to mere ember
scattered under snow-decked timber
were not human, but slabs of veal
placed in the fire form their meal.
But since such legends are mostly truthless,
they fabricate details more ruthless.
And that is why, finding the fire,
they named that hollow “The Lovers’ Pyre.”
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 636 the word prompts are: fatal flakes frame phase feign fable fame favor freight flame frail fade
Penultimate/Ultimatepen
He said they couldn’t fence him for he liked to roam free.
No sty could ever hold him. No captive pig was he.
That he was a wild pig was true without a doubt.
As soon as they would pen him in, in seconds he’d break out.
But the farmer, too, was resolute. As his prize pig departed,
he vowed that he’d contain him. He wouldn’t be outsmarted.
He built a sturdy metal fence, and then he strung it higher—
woven fine and tight of the premium barbed wire.
Then he caught Porky and closed him in, determined that he’d win,
for it wasn’t up to any pig to refuse his fencing-in.
But indeed the pig devised again a means by which he left,
leaving the farmer feeling defeated and bereft.
Once more caught and then re-penned and taking his repast,
the pig had not a clue that this meal would be his last.
This escape his penultimate, now the die was cast.
His days of glorious freedom, alas, were in the past.
Then, his last meal finished, he made his next advance
toward a fence reconstructed, ready to take his chance.
But, alas, he’d met his match. Escape would never be,
for the farmer had infused the fence with electricity.
This time not the penultimate, it was the ultimate pen,
for Porky has been seen, I fear, just one more time since then.
Spread out on a platter, an apple in his jaws,
his final feat a foolish one, bound to give one pause.
When he said they couldn’t pen him in, I fear poor Porky lied,
for when he hit the fence this time, in minutes, he was fried.
Ham that he was, I fear that poor Porky’s lot was cast.
For the pen after the penultimate turned out to be his last.
Probably not the first time a pig who was a sinner
paid the price for it by turning into Easter dinner.
Toecover: My attempt at remembering the word for socks now that I am at a certain advanced age.
Scurryfunge: A form of mildew found on rodents.
Dutch Feast: Edam and stoopwafel.
Iktsuarpok: An expression of revulsion over a walking companion who walks at a too- slow rate. (Icks! You are poke!!! (As in slowpoke.) I admit, it is a stretch. How about, Someone agreeing that people named Katy make good contortionists? (Aye, Katies, warp okay!! ) This is a redo because Derrick took occasion to my first answer. Must admit, I don’t blame him. This one is a real stretch! Let’s blame it on Pensitivity.
Rakefire: When the boss terminated your employment for jilting his daughter
Hufflebuffs: An affectionate synonym for bare bottoms
Quafftide: Skinny-dipping at high tide.
Kalopsia: An involuntary nap brought on by over-eating
Cover Slut: The Kardashians’ tongue-in-cheek endearing nicknames for each other
“Wonder”clout: Using one’s seniority to get to the head of the “bread”line at the homeless shelter.
For yet another Fibbing Friday. I can’t resist.
This is a grand coincidence, for I really did roll six threes in one roll in a game of Ten Thousand two days ago! This is a first in years of playing this game. My friend I was playing with insisted that when one rolled six of a kind in the game that it was an automatic win, but I insisted on playing through, taking only the 2400 points that the roll would garner. And can you believe it, she got to 10,000 before me! So much for nobility in dice-rolling! At any rate, it gave me the perfect photo for this challenge. And yes, I really did take a photo of my roll. This is not a staged photo.
My Shoes
My shoes go out without me. They do it all the time,
and do the things I never do. They jog. They hike. They climb.
But when my shoes get home at night, they’ll be completely clueless
that I’ve left them out as well by venturing out shoeless!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 