Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Three Word Thursday

Each week, Quilly gives us three words to write into a story. Oh, they're not just any words, not words you'd hear/see ever day. Nope, these are obscure words, endangered words. Before we can write to these words, we have to find them on the internet so as to find out their meaning so they can be used properly. This week's words are:

quiddle [quid-dle]
- to spend time in trifling employments, or to attend to useful subjects in an indifferent or superficial manner; to dawdle.

uxorious [uhk-sawr-ee-uhs, -sohr-, uhg-zawr-, -zohr-]
- doting upon, foolishly fond of, or affectionately submissive toward one's wife.

- having a surface devoid of hair, projections, pubescence or any unevenness; smooth


"Yes, Dear?" he responded.

"Did you get that home mortgage life insurance protection policy yet?"

"No, Dear. Not yet."

"Mike, we talked about this 2 weeks ago. Why have you not gotten to it yet? Quiddle, quiddle, quiddle," Margarette said as she shook her head.

"Oh, but Maggie, Dear, you also asked me to clean out the garage and the gutters. I did that. I also tilled and planted the garden as per your request, washed your car, repaired the washing machine, hung the new curtains you wanted up. And of course, went to work each day at my paying job."

"And built a new model car for your collection," Margarette pointed out to her uxorious husband. She knew he did far more for her than most husbands did for their wives, and she appreciated it... realy she did. And she so enjoyed teasing him.

"Yes, Dearest. I did manage to fit that in, though I think you should understand that I did that for you, my Queen." Mike teased back.

"Oh! For me is it? And how do you get that?"

"Well, when I build a model car for my collection I feel good and when I feel good I am happy, and when I am happy I do more jobs that you want done. Therefore I make you happy. So, as you can see, my building models makes you happy."

"Ya, right! Give your glabrous head a good shake, my man," Margarette chided her husband, "and while you're at it, I sure would love a foot rub and a cup of tea... tea first please."

"Yes, Dearest, as you wish!" Mike replied as he got up from his chair and headed to the kitchen to put the kettle on.


Dr. John came up with the idea (Quilly + drivel), and he says: 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 bad haiku is really qiku where the middle line must always contain a Quilly word.

As he sat
In his quiddle,
He tried and tried
To solve a riddle.

All this time
The man
Thought his life
And wife most glorious.

He ran his hand
o'er his head
Thought, to have hair
Would be most cumbrous.

day passes
so what!

to have a man
most dubious

part head


quilly said...

The story was good, the poetry was ... befitting of Dr. John's description. ;)

Anonymous said...

Alice that was a wonderful story...and how Mike makes cars to make himself happy to make Margarette happy...Quick thinking on his part. Loved the story :) Aloha my friend

bettygram said...

The couple have a good relationship it appears for them.

Dr.John said...

I forgot my quivel this week. Good to see somebody carrying on the tradition.
Great story but I feel sorry for the guy.
The quivel almost became a good poem. Then it wouldn't be quivel any more.

anthonynorth said...

Enjoyable. Glad he put the kettle on at the end :-)