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“Life of Syn” for Fibbing Friday, Apr. 18, 2025

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The word puzzles for Fibbing Friday are:

1. Synergy: The amount of vigor/vitality we possess that is delegated to the pursuit of evil .
2. Synonym: The false name we use when embarking on naughty endeavors
3. Synchronicity: When we chance upon someone equally larcenous as ourselves
4. Syncopate: When change our hairdo to follow a fad.
5. Synopsis: What the naughty sister often says to her perfect sister when trying to persuade her to participate in one of her “adventures.”
6. Synaesthesia: When you wake up not remembering the wild night before.
7. Synaptosome: A naughty website availabe to some but not all.
8. Synanthropes: Naughty sinners
9. Synagogal: A lady of dubious morals who is up for nearly everything.
10 Synaptid: The fake name you use to go onto naughty internet sites.

Sticks and Stones

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Sticks and Stones

Success brought a fleeting fame
in that  game of pitched rocks
hit with a stick—that sugar rush of pride
in both the one who threw the rock
and the one who held the stick
with which it made contact.

Their wild shouts
before the shock of breaking glass
to this day form a wicked memory—
both boys off like a shot
down an elm-shadowed gravel street
even before a hand could part the curtains,
scattering shards of glass like summer snow.

Old man Sterner’s bellows:
“You boys!
I know who you are.
Your dads’re gonna whup yer hides,”
not yet overshadowing
the fleeting joy
of that solid whack
as the rock made contact.

 

Prompt words by: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2021/06/13/wordle-505/

Framed

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Framed

When I’m tired of television, my digestive tract
draws me to the kitchen and there we make a pact.
Shoe by shoe, approach the fridge and though the hour is late,
We stuff ourselves with what’s inside ’til appetites abate.

Making sorties on the fridge with just my own collusion?
The thought I’ll get away with it it’s merely an illusion.
They’re bound to miss that half a pie, but then the plot will thicken
when they  note the absence of half a tub of chicken.

I leave the fridge a bit ajar, the Colonel’s box in front of it,
hoping when it’s time to blame that I won’t take the brunt of it.
I put the pie plate on the floor, increasing the odds that
if I spread bones around it, perhaps they’ll blame the cat!

Prompt words today are illusion, television, late, tract and shoe.