Thursday, August 20, 2009

The Dalton Story -Part Three

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story. . Click on the word for a definition: acquiesce; tadpole & viliorate plus two others vellicle and traboccant from my word vault.

The war of traboccant words continued between the Daily Globe and Dalton Soakum. Dalton bought more air time to tell people that he was a good man but the Globe was viliorating his reputation with its constant barrage of lies.
The Globe responded with a two page article in effect saying only the littlest tadpoles would be taken in by the TV adds and Daltons tortiloquy delivered with his usual vultuous face. Dalton’s lawyer demanded that the paper cease and desist in its campaign against his client. A demand the editor of the Globe had no intention to acquiesce to.
All the while this was going on the poor tourist found with the gun in his car was locked up in the local jail, as tight a vellicle as you will find anywhere. His lawyer was screaming false imprisonment and frame-up. He had no history of violence, no motive, and no criminal record of any kind. Further he claimed to be just a montivagant tourist who never, ever had anything like this happen to him before.
The local police chief , as incompetent a fellow as you will find anywhere just wished the whole thing would go away but , of course, it wouldn’t. But then there really was an absolute paucity of evidence for the police to work with. They had the gun that was used to shoot at the editor but as opprobrious as the fact may be it was never registered.So it didn’t really belong to anybody and it had no finger prints on it. Somebody saw a car speeding from the place where the gun was fired in either a green or a blue car. That was the extent of the evidence.

And of course with Quilly's words comes the required quivel.
There is poetry which a few people do well.
Then there is poetic drivel which is more fun and has its own experts.
But below them all is Quivel
Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it. What looks like really bad haiku is really qiku where the middle line must always contain a Quilly word

Poor Little Tadpole

The tadpole;in the pool
Being nobody’s fool
Would never acquiesce to be a frog
But keep swimming in the bog
A frog viliorates his good looks
Has things wanted by cooks
With a vellicle upon its legs
Enters into the dregs
Nobody likes a tadpoles traboccant taste
Tadpole parts aren’t left as waste.
But a frog he will become
That’s why he is so glum.

acquiesce Now



Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.


quilly said...

I am so confused. Two weeks ago everybody ran around the blogosphere leaving comments in each other's posts about how horrible my words are, so I make the words easier and here you go adding harder ones than I ever chose into the mix! You and the dragons are horribly confusing.

anthonynorth said...

Another great outing, and another marvellous mystery building up there.

Anonymous said...

Well the mystery continues...I'm loving it. Good use of the words :) Aloha

SouthLakesMom said...

The cumulative effect of the words is overwhelming! Sounds like both the Globe and Dalton are immature and insecure...and the poor tourist is S.O.L.

Good installment in the continuing saga!