Saturday, October 16, 2010


Welcome to Loqwacious!! Where word play takes on new meanings. For full details on how to play Loqwacious on this blog or on Twitter, please visit the 'Be Loqwacious' page.

The word today is 'CONGLOBATE':

Looking for a challenge? Write a Loony Letter to the person of your choice (real or fictional - dead or alive) and post it under 'comments'.

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  1. dear mr. conglobate,

    its autumn, i posted an advert in twitter on my need for a human blankey but so far no one has responded.

    my requisite is simple : a warm, soft and loving human blankey. please help me end sleeping alone curled in a ball coz its cold.

    thank you.


  2. Dear Cousin Indiana,

    I learned a new word today - conglobate - which means to roll into a ball or globe. Couldn't help but think of that huge ball of rock rolling towards you. Still at least it wasn't snakes

    Let's meet up in the British Museum some time. Usual place -third sarcophagus on the right in the Egyptian roomm



  3. Dear Cat Verdant,

    I hope this note finds you all conglobated and happy on this glorious Saturday morning!
    Please know that your limericks and poetic words give me so much pleasure that I purr like a contended blue chinchilla!

    Enjoy your day in green Canada. With love,


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  5. Dearest Pwickles,
    I know you are in huff. Your quills are all quivery.
    I am dweadfully sorry about the wee wee incident. But isn't Little willie's gwasp of Natural Science twemendous? How many 6 year olds do you think know that fox wee wee makes conglobated hedgehogs uncurl? And then they are toast. And it was only natural, I think, that he should twy.
    Funny how his aim is never so good up at the House.
    You did look a sowwy sight all dwipping and little Willie is tewwibly sorry.
    Of course you're cwoss you have to sleep outside but the stench is unbeawable. Look on the bwight side,perhaps it will dissuade the foxes?

    Much love,

  6. My Revered Conglobate,

    Much as I love and respect you, and much though I appreciate the honour of having you stay, I am writing to inform you that all this rolling into a ball every time I approach is becoming just a little trying.

    You may think it coy, flirtatious even, and I admit your hairy globularity had its charms when first you began to exploit your suppleness to achieve it, but now it is getting on my nerves. I never see your face, you refuse to talk with me, except in a rather fur-muffled purr when I stroke your back, and though I confess to deriving some pleasure from this activity, it seems very one-side.

    What goes around, comes around, they say, but I never see you pass on anything of the love I bestow. You are utterly self-contained, turned in on yourself, englobed in a world of your own. I sit here beside you and feel incrasingly excluded .

    We never talk any more (indeed I wonder if ever we did) and now, see! I find myself driven to communicating through a keyboard and electronic post. And I have no way of knowing whether even this will summon a whisker of interest from you.

    No, my Conglobate, this has gone beyond a joke. Unroll yourself now, or roll along to another host!

    Super Ficialis

  7. Der mr HoraCe

    my Mummy has loked up conglobate on the puter and say's that was a very rude ting to say about wat I lok like

    yors crossly

    Susan 7 3/4

    ps you are not invited to my birthday party

  8. 19ish cried out:

    Can someone please help me? I've been stuck inside this snow globe for eons!

    A wicked sorcerer (aren't they all?!!) took a disliking to my living with seven little men at one time. He conglobated me into this crystal ball & won't let me go home to my fellas.

    Please find a way to un-conglobate me! Please?

    Snow White

  9. Dearest Snow White,

    Sorry to disappoint you but you're going to have to sort out your own conglobate issues. I'm stranded into this filthy attic choking on cats' conglobations. No sorcerer here, just an evil stepmother (aren't they all?!).

    I sure would not like to step in your shoes even though I'm left with only one at the moment.
    Hope you break your crystal ball soon.
    Where's Prince Charming anyway? Was that another confabulation?

    Text me soon if you can.

    Your Cindy Rella.

  10. Dear Mr Pope

    We the undersigned would love to see the Roman Catholic Church change to the conglobate form of worship - a rounded Mass is so much better for the world, don't you think?

    Yours sincerely

    George Fox, John Wesley, Martin Luther, the Dalai Lama, Richard Dawkins, Chris Hitchens, John Calvin, L Ron Hubbard, Lao Tse, Confucius, Henry (Fidei Defensor, Rex Anglorum), Elizabeth Regina, Wandalust, Pat Robertson, Billy Graham, and many others.

  11. Dear worldly/wordy creatures,

    People try to pet me, even knead/need me like dough. They toss balls of yarn in my general direction. What gives?

    Cat's like to conglobate on their own terms and I'm no exception.
    That's just how I roll. Meow.

    It takes me back to last spring. I was sprawled out in the sun atop a grassy knoll.
    A verdant expanse surrounded me. I was at peace.

    Suddenly and without warning, a forceful gust of wind lifted me from my relaxed perch.
    I began to roll uncontrollably down a steep hill, a jagged landscape. Meoooowwww!

    As I gathered momentum, my life flashed before my chatoyant eyes and everything went
    cattywampus. Why didn't I play with that ball of yarn? You're only young once. Had I become
    metaphorically declawed?

    I gathered leaves and grass as I tumbled down that hill. In the distant forest someone yelled
    "Run for your dictionaries!" but like a stray cat rolling down a hill, I digress. Meoooowwww!

    One hundred rotations later, I lay dizzy in a heap on a verdant floor. I looked back at
    the ground I had unearthed on the way down. The flecks of red, green and gold trapped within my fur, strangely, made me purr. Puuuurrrr!

    I hope this finds you well and thank you for the ball of yarn you call loqwacious. Alas, it is a delightful past time. Purr.

    Love, Verdant Cat

  12. 19ish writes:

    My dearest Cindy Rella,

    So sorry to hear of your plight! I heard a rumor that you were seen at the Royal Conglobate last weekend. They said you looked smashing!

    As to Prince Charming, I believe him to be your beau, as my dearest is simply called "Prince." (He only goes by one name.)

    However, I am finally realizing, after years of therapy, that my Prince is truly a confabulation. Apparently, I made him up as a way of coping with Grumpy, Sneezy, Dopey, and the lot of them.

    Currently, my best hopes of escaping from incarceration in this snow conglobation, are some little blue birds, to whom I sing daily. They twitter about, and seem to be ubiquitous! I am hoping their incessant tweeting will shatter this globe into coruscating (hopefully NOT sharp) bits of glass.

    Try not to breathe in any of the cat conglobates in your attic. I hear they can be quite toxic! Perhaps your Fairy Godmother will appear shortly, as I imagine your little mice friends are somewhere about also.

    Yours always,
    Snow White