Sunday, February 13, 2011


The word today is 'KENCH':

Looking for a challenge? Something new today: 'Encore from Before'. Post an entry using as many old LQW words as you see fit. Can't remember? Scroll down Memory Lane on the left hand side of the main blog page.

Keep all entries clean, creative, and courteous.
Enjoy the game!

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  1. 2011 Valentine's Day

    I'm Venus & Isabelline to Extol tomorrow's Zestful heart ❤ day Bedeck with Effulgent & Cerise apparel. Amidst Polyphonous Quodlibet music,Samovar & a Kench of Sapsago appetizer.

    I'll Deliciate and be Yin to test the mettle of my Yang. No Tiqueur, no Atonia underneath his Burnoose.

    Of course no Abeyance for Urge to Tantalize, Cavort be Spoony & Phrenic in my Perse Boudoir for my Pasha.


  2. My premeditated urge to murder Lord Overshoot in Hyde Park with a revolver was my harrowing portal to indecorous behaviour. The nemoral ricochet, which caromed from his kneecap into his heart, was followed by a deathly Sabbatarian hush. But, the prospect of disposing of the skeleton put me on my mettle :

    Soak it in Gluhwein and Sapsago and then boil in a samovar? The prospect of such a spectral decoction was far from esculent.

    More skullduggery - should I post it to Timbuktu, then seek forgiveness from a hierophant?

    A caprice more aleatoric, perhaps, or a chimerical solution from one of the cognoscenti?

    This was no good. My erratic wool-gathering had put me into a flapdoodle. I needed a picaresque answer, and fast!

    Then I had a callid plan. I spotted a tureen-shaped kench, and I knew that its gallimaufry of odours, caused from making French Turtle soup, would hide the stench. From there it was just a matter of placing my fears in abeyance, trusting to the aegis of fate (or Venus), being stoical and yet also zestful, and thereby executing my plan with ├ęclat.

    But my capricious heart has become overloaded with this hogwash. I need a latte or I could become lachrymose. Bye!

  3. Oh we are counting the LQW words used? Ok then, my score is 50 :-)

  4. With my PERSE YIN safely tucked in my BOUDOIR and my ALEATORIC YANG BRABBLING in BUMBLEDOM, I'm at a loss as to how to EXTOL an EXEMPLUM out of them. It is INTEGRITY's tough INNUENDO. I don't want to OVERSHOOT PARADISE yet I do want to taste to JUSSULENT and POLYPHONOUS thrill of life as a PASHA. Any suggestions, my dear TENTACULAR Eloqwatti?