The 3WT #37 words will be: aretaloger; kexy; & gardeviance
Aretaloger-braggart; one who boasts about his own accomplishments
Kexy-dry, brittle, withered
Gardeviance -chest for valuables; a travelling trunk
In his old gardeviance which people insisted on calling a traveling trunk were all of Towner’s worldly goods. They were proof in some sense that he was no mere aretaloger but everything he said had really been his life. He was not boasting. There were the love letters now very kexy that he swore were the center of the greatest romance in the history of mankind. There were the descriptions of his life written when he had his own personal amanuensis. Those also now somewhat kexy. There was the horn from the Unicorn which nobody would believe was real. There was a sample of the rubefacient Herb that had turned him a bright red.
But when he tried to share these stories they called him an aretaloger. It’s no wonder he had sat alone and depressed.
But that was before his grandchildren came and asked him to tell them the Unicorn story again. They loved him and his stories, grand kids are like that.
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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.
In other words if it contains Quilly's words and looks like a really bad poem it is really good Quivel. Here then is today's quivel.
A Bit of Bragging
An aretaloger he had always been
It would go on till who knows when
He stood upon the kexy leaves
His gardeviance near his knees
Isangelous he saw himself to be
Proudly proclaimed it for all to see
But murklins his listeners were
Their anger he did stir.
It would go on till who knows when
He stood upon the kexy leaves
His gardeviance near his knees
Isangelous he saw himself to be
Proudly proclaimed it for all to see
But murklins his listeners were
Their anger he did stir.
6 comments:
Welllllll... it's STILL braggin' even if it's all true! Blowin' his own horn... But yea... grandkids LIKE to hear the old stories ... even if they say they don't! THAT's what keeps family history alive. Mmmm... maybe not ALL kids like to hear the stories... *rolls eyes*... and maybe some family history SHOULD die! LOL!
I wish I (with a clear head) could write as well as you do with a foggy one!
Yay, grandkids! I'd definitely want to hear about the unicorn, too.
What a great little story; I really enjoyed this.
I'm telling my grandson stories too. They are the best.
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Nothing to beat that kind of storyteller.
Excellent story my friend. I'm wanting to hear the story of the unicorn as well. Grand kids are grand :)
Spoken...er...written like a pleased grandpa! I still miss mine to this day!
Nicely done, Dr. John!
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