Quilly's Words-Franco at Tea

Today's Link
Gordo's Brain

Today's Saying
What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul. ~Yiddish Proverb

Today's Picture
My mother and father at Dawn's Wedding

It is Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story. The words are hitonious; teterrimous & mellifluous.

Satisfied with the huge anopisthograph advertising the big event Franco had turned to other things. But now he put down the DVD of Ben Hur that he had received in today’s snail mail to concentrate on his cup of tea. His tea had to be just right, luke warm ,with just a pinch of sugar from the sugar bowl. Tea served any other way he considered to be teterrimous tea bordering on the hitonious. In fact tea served any other way caused him to have an enormous sternutation. Thus Franco would rather have had sparkling cider instead of tea but he was saving all of the cider for the fund raising Wizard Walk-a-thon to stamp out salmonella. George , his master carpenter, had met the challenge and made two portable tables on which the cider could be served to the walkers along the route. He thought the cotton tablecloth on each one was a mellifluous touch. Franco even praised George and praise from a Zoilist like Franco didn't happen often.
Franco cared very much about this campaign having some rather melancholy memories of a bout or two with the dreaded salmonella bacteria. In fact his vivid memories lead to the vomit colored armbands the walkers got to wear. And , of course, He had donated the telescope to be given to the one that raises the most cash. Soon he hoped it would all translate into money in the bank.

And now for something completely different my quivels of the day. ( A Quivel is poetic drivel using Quilly’s words)

Some Quivels pretending to be haiku

Old Lion
always hitonious
Old Father

Never Spring
teterrimous weather
Always Winter

Breeze blowing
Mellifluous sounds
Trees listen

A short bit of Quivel– Bad Music

Hitonious was the song of old
With teterrimous notes so bold
Mellifluous horns went cold
Directors would just up and fold.

Anopisthograph covered with snot
A terrible sternutation wrought
Happy the zoilist surely was not
But the employee was caught.

The Fund Raiser– A piece of Ravenistic Quivel
(Raising quivel to a higher depth)

After the hitonious sugar bowl game
The Ben Hur movie seemed so tame
George wanted the cotton bowl
Bless his teterrimous soul
Just John

But the fund raising wizard Eddy
Kept the mellifluous group steady
Till the luke warm soup of the day
Sent salmonella there to stay
Poor John


No money to the bank they sent
Need a walk-a-thon to pay the rent
The telescope from next door
Saw them running to the door
Our John

Please don’t leave me as the only quivel writer . Join me! Any fool blessed with a real lack of talent can write quivel. Just take Quilly’s words and put them into something that vaguely resembles a poem. You can do it.

Quivel is written by fools like me
Real poems are written by jinsky.

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
Yesterday Mrs. Trumble won the Power Ball lottery. She is going to receive a little over 3 million dollars a year for the next twenty five years. She announced that after she pays all applicable taxes she is donating what is left , a little over 1 1/2 million dollars to the town of Pigeon Falls and will do so for the next twenty four years. The Town Council met to accept the gift and declared Saturday to be Mrs. Trumble Day. They are planning the biggest street dance Pigeon Falls has ever seen. They are looking for a good band to play.
On the Bergall farm all the cows birthed early but all the calves were full term and perfectly healthy. In fact there was not one problem birth in the bunch. Jon is amazed.
The dragons have benn putting on a fantastic light show every night this week with loops and things one didn’t even know they could do. People are skipping favorite TV programs to be outside to see them.

Wrap UP

I started the day by reading all the blogs that used Quilly's words today. I found two more quivel writers. The revolution has begun. Soon little pockets of quivel will opop up all across the net. All this because of Quilly. Then I spent a lot of time getting the midweek service transferred to the St. Mark's website. Little by little I'm learning what the many pieces of software I have can do. My sister Dawn called. I visited the blogs of everyone who left a comment yesterday. Now I need a breathing treatment,
GBYA

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