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QUINCUNX rolled along with a deuce, QUINQUAGENARIAN reached fifty, QUINQUAGENARIAN, just so I'm a quinquagenarian who When Social Security comes, They now have their arteries clogged Puppy love, teen age quintessence, Distillations produce QUINTESSENCE, The most typical is QUINTESSENCE, Our limericks, QUINTESSENCE of fun, A QUISLING is not very nice. Collaborating traitor, QUISLING, A QUISLING's an object of scorn, There once was a quite nerdy queer, Though impractical and QUIXOTIC As you wish! Whatever! QUODLIBET! As you wish! Whatever! QUODLIBET! Perhaps that conducter raged inside, QUODLIBET, such fray's always in, The concert conducter exploded While most men can jingle their coins, QUONDAM means that in former day, Poor guy felled by marital strife, The QUORUM for sex should be two. Our Senate, I find, a queer forum, Ten Jews formed a minyan or QUORUM. The day I use QUOTHA, indeed, "Surrender?", the captain said, "Quotha! "In God's truth," he did say with "QUOTHA!" The daily is as QUOTIDIAN, Hermit Dave lives in cave, dark and ripe; They found the poor guy blue and black; A framework for torture was the RACK, Don Juan, the roue, who'd sack 'em up, An old man, RACONTEUR magnifique, Young RACONTEUR's tales when he'd dine Scheherazade, Arab Miss odd, Miss Parton knows why men pursue her, The mangy old nag, rank and RADDLED, Eschew the canoe, old and RADDLED, The rakish and vulgar lads RAFFISH, The RAFFISH young lads may excite The masses, with males all RAGTAG, Buffoon Bob, fond of RAILLERY, Raising Cain can often weigh I rarely get angry, in the main; Fomenting trouble and raising Cain A RAMADA by any other name, The RAMADA ravaged by rain The long, leisurely walk, a RAMBLE, Aquiver with Cupid's sharp dart, With today's word, it's worthy to note I am glad we have RAMBO guys, There once was a RAMBUNCTIOUS ram The exhuberant ram RAMBUNCTIOUS, The ruffian, scoundrel, RAMPALLION, Sylvester, that scowling Italian, Our sports stars behavior, abhorring: My word of the day then is "random", Matilda had bad taste in men, It does RANKLE me, like a tooth ache, Anger in others does RANKLE, It RANKLES me when I'm in love, There once was a young RAPPAREE, The robber guerilla RAPPAREE Rob Roy was a RAPSCALLION rare,
In dice games will be of great use.
While hope quickly dies,
Along with snake-eyes,
Or sixes in double caboose.
--- Chris Papa
Still feeling quite fit and quite shifty,
With fifty to go
Till century show
And all its developments nifty.
--- Daniel Ford
Was I, quite a few years ago.
Seemed old when a teen,
But my current scene
Sees it as youth all aglow.
--- Chris Papa
Is wishing that it wasn't true.
But I understand
It's alternative hand
Is just a dead hullabaloo!
--- Maggie
And arthritis cripples your thumbs,
Age 50 looks good.
At that time you could
Cavort with so many old chums.
--- Chris Papa
Or mental capacity fogged.
As the decades turn,
For 50 they yearn,
Recalling those good years they logged.
--- Chris Papa
May lead to a long convalescence,
With baby to feed.
If sex teens need,
Should have birth control acquiescence.
--- Chris Papa
Which in verse some see as putresence.
We, nevertheless,
Will never confess
We write to delay our senescence.
--- Daniel Ford
A quality like luminescence
That comes from within,
May glow like a grin,
And is seen even in senescence.
--- Daniel Ford
Though to lexicon you may run,
Are writ with great guile
To help make you smile,
Or chuckle a bit when they're done.
--- Chris Papa
He probably wouldn't think twice
To rat on his brother,
Or turn in his mother
For a rather minimal price.
--- Harold
With his opportunistic chiseling,
Made his compatriots pay,
And if each had his way,
That QUISLING would be forever sizzling.
--- Daniel Ford
Exposed with all decency shorn,
Who'll wantonly sell,
His soul into hell,
Betraying those to whom he's born.
--- Chris Papa
Who collected his hich-tech gear.
But his search QUIXOTIC
For a lover robotic,
Was a inner tube and a long-necked beer.
--- Norm Brust
Are oft thought romantic, exotic.
Disasterous results
From overblown tumults,
Get one classified as neurotic.
--- Daniel Ford
Melange of Mozart, rap, and musette,
Clap-trap and Musak,
Beethoven, Bachrach;
Arguments sharp such music does whet.
--- Daniel Ford
China's view of concern for Tibet.
They brook no dissent
In temple or tent,
Stifling critics with neck tourniquette.
--- Daniel Ford
Because bottom of Ninth, reached with pride, (Beethoven's)
Was now jeopardized
By lobotomized
Basses who had the score tied.
--- Daniel Ford
Ranging from whence came first sin,
Or arguments dread
About if God's dead,
Or angel on head of a pin.
--- Chris Papa
Into a wild rage when he noted
That he was beset
With strange QUODLIBET
Because all the basses were loaded!
--- Observer
In pockets in pants near their loins,
Those architect guys
Help their egos rise
By sticking their stuccos with QUOINS.
--- Chris Papa
When young dam might roll in the hay
With lads contry-wide,
Till she became bride,
When her ways were buried as "nee".
--- Chris Papa
Contemplated the old single life.
And yearned for the day,
'Twas all right to say,
"Oh, you mean my damn QUONDAM wife!"
--- Chris Papa
No Robert's to rule what they do.
The detailed agenda
Depends on their gender --
But nothing, I trust, too beaucoup.
--- Nick
Where speeches are made without QUORUM.
Which is probably okay,
Because what the dudes say
To fellow pols surely would bore 'em.
--- Chris Papa
With sacred scrolls opened before 'em.
As they chanted their prayers,
They played with the hairs
Of their sideburns, a breach of decorum.
--- Norm Brust
Will be when I am truly in need
Of a Scrabble bite,
Though other folks might
Think it's an attempt to mislead.
--- Chris Papa
I shall not yield one mere iota;
On this I do bank;
I'll readily outflank
You and add you to my yearly quota."
--- Bob Dvorak
When to mate he plighted his troth, a
Moment too soon
For it caused her to swoon,
And on fallen woman he was loath ta.
--- Daniel Ford
Ordinary as obsidian.
As we demolish
And daily polish,
The beauty becomes mere Midian.
--- Daniel Ford
The "lech of all leches", no hype.
It isn't a fiction,
There's no contradiction;
He's not the QUOTIDIAN type.
--- Chris Papa
The victim of deadly bushwhack.
The perp, so it seems,
Was the gal of his dreams,
For she tortured him on her large RACK.
--- Gary Hallock
Where bodies were stretched up a track
And thus made quite slim
Or torn limb from limb,
In hopes information would come back.
--- Daniel Ford
This is file jsl
Got caught in his frontal attack 'em up.
His punishment dire
Would surgeon require
In dungeon where they'd RACK him up.
--- Chris Papa
When lasses libido he'd tweak,
Was told to shut up.
"I'm a lamb you can't tup.
And your tale's just a boring antique."
--- Chris Papa
Needed no inspiration from wine.
Asked if stories rife,
Came from his own life,
He said, "No sir, I get them online."
--- Elois
Who, when pasha wanted her bod,
Told long tales instead
Of going to bed;
RACONTEUR, who was thus spared the rod.
--- Chris Papa
And she, the shrewd entrepreneur,
Exploits this male lust
And never goes bust,
When she takes her big raconteur.
--- Chris Papa
For too many years has been saddled;
To get on its back
Requires one lack
Good sense or possess a brain addled.
--- Chris Papa
Which over steep falls has been paddled.
Life's metaphors speak,
Avoiding the leak,
Or see sweet success skedaddled.
--- Chris Papa
Who take advantage, yet are laughish,
Remind me of trash
With manners so rash,
They're like some bottom-feeding catfish.
--- Daniel Ford
The ladies with attitudes quite
The devil-may-care,
Who would their bed share,
Spill seed and flee into the night.
--- Chris Papa
Whose priapic wants never flag,
Are a bunch of loose nuts
In their daily ruts;
Intent of ever playing the stag.
--- Chris Papa
Searched always for 'piece of tailery.'
Tumbled by fate
For underaged date,
And now has been sentenced to jailery.
--- Chris Papa
In when one's lost chance to play.
Like on those cold nights
When marital rights
Find: "Honey, I've headache today."
--- Chris Papa
I am not given to raising cain.
But if a maitre d' makes me wait
After I've phone in a date,
Asswards I become a royal pain.
--- Norm brust
Does give one quite a social stain.
Not treatment as sugar,
But rather a booger
And as common nuisance and pain.
--- Daniel Ford
We'd call it a succah, the same,
But for just seven days
To remember the ways
Of forebeears, who through desert came.
--- Esther
In that soggy section of Spain,
Was not the best spot
For barbeque hot,
Where fire never flickered on plain.
--- Chris Papa
Can quickly turn into a scramble,
If as the gander,
You should meander
Into a briar patch or bramble.
--- Daniel Ford
Preamble is how you should start.
Though foreplay delays,
It certainly pays.
So RAMBLE -- then aim for the heart!
--- Nick
The etymological quote.
I'd never gamble,
That source of RAMBLE
Is urgings of satyr or goat.
--- Chris Papa
Though little behind muscle lies,
They behave like slobs,
But do dirty jobs,
That no one would take, otherwise.
--- Chris Papa
Who was quick to serve up a "wham-bam."
To RAMBUNCTIOUS ewe,
He'd whisper words few,
Ending with, "Baah, baah, thank you ma'am.
--- Chris Papa
A lanolin addict compunctious,
Rubbed mate in glorious
Manner uxorious,
Though to some he was a ram unctious.
--- Daniel Ford
May think he is women's gift stallion,
But they'd prefer gelding
And oyster parts melding
In fricasee with sauted scallion.
--- Daniel Ford
Styles himself as Stallone Stallion.
But I think that Rocky
Is much too much cocky;
A mere grunting RAMPALLION.
--- Chris Papa
Drugs, drinking, gambling, whoring,
But trait of uncouth
Goes back to Babe Ruth;
That RAMPALLION led league in scoring.
--- Phil Kinay
But rhymes for this, though I have scanned 'em,
Are pitifully few,
So what can I do,
But this silly game to abandon.
--- Tiddy Ogg
Picked the same kind, no surprise then.
They were tall and RANGY,
Inclined to look mangy;
None rooster to her longing hen.
--- Chris Papa
Whenever I tax payment make.
Since most of what's sent
To our government,
Goes as "pork", to those on the take.
--- Chris Papa
Causing discomfort and some crankle,
Along with escape
To whiskey and grape,
From beasties that bite at the ankle.
--- Daniel Ford
Dreaming he's from heaven above,
To wake and find out
He's naught but a lout;
What could I have been thinking of.
--- Barb
Who stole everything he could see;
Then this robber dread
Changed to rapper instead.
His gangsta songs keep him comfy.
--- Chris Papa
Doesn't choose weapons with filigree,
But rather a shiv
For death or to live,
With a few friends for the shivaree.
--- Daniel Ford
A Scotsman who scuffled his share.
He wore a sword hilt
Above a short kilt,
So he might "moon" his foes with a flair.
--- Chris Papa
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