Poetry competition CLOSED 24th July 2024 3:25pm
WINNER
Indie (Miss Indie)
Indie (Miss Indie)
RUNNERS-UP:
MadameLavender
and Everavalon
Fancy Pants
Poetry Contest Description
Poetry using specific words
Write a poem using the following list of seldom used words. Please try to use them in the correct context. Hit up Google if you're uncertain of a meaning. Have fun with this one!
Word list:
Gallivant
Britches
Rigmarole
Hoodwink
Skull duggery
Jalopy
Brouhaha
Shenanigans
Flummoxed
Whatsit
* Must use all 10 words on the list & it must make sense
* 3 weeks
* Any genre
* No epic sagas please
* New writes only
* Competition will be voted on by myself & 2 others
Word list:
Gallivant
Britches
Rigmarole
Hoodwink
Skull duggery
Jalopy
Brouhaha
Shenanigans
Flummoxed
Whatsit
* Must use all 10 words on the list & it must make sense
* 3 weeks
* Any genre
* No epic sagas please
* New writes only
* Competition will be voted on by myself & 2 others
Odds & Sods for Fancy Pants
Cast, In order of appearance
Gallivant
Britches
Rigmarole
Hoodwink
Skull duggery
Flummoxed
Shenanigans
Brouhaha
Whatsit
Jalopy
I'll gallivant round in my old patched britches
deaf to the rigmarole of dressing chic,
cos they hoodwink us with ads selling pants with fancy stitches
and there, in ads, lie their skull duggery...
And then, I'm damn-well flummoxed, (here, ads go crazy)
at the shenanigans and brouhaha they use to sell us
a thingymagig, a whatsit? Ah... yes, a rusting jalopy!
With support from
various Odds & Sods.
Gallivant
Britches
Rigmarole
Hoodwink
Skull duggery
Flummoxed
Shenanigans
Brouhaha
Whatsit
Jalopy
I'll gallivant round in my old patched britches
deaf to the rigmarole of dressing chic,
cos they hoodwink us with ads selling pants with fancy stitches
and there, in ads, lie their skull duggery...
And then, I'm damn-well flummoxed, (here, ads go crazy)
at the shenanigans and brouhaha they use to sell us
a thingymagig, a whatsit? Ah... yes, a rusting jalopy!
With support from
various Odds & Sods.
Written by Rew
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Bedtime Capers
He gallivants into my room.
His face is a sight for sore eyes.
We kiss in an adulterated fashion
and my passion for him burns deep.
He rigamaroles words for foreplay,
but without delay he is in my mouth.
My mother hears all the brouhaha,
and she kicks the door down in fear.
Flummoxed, she beats him with the broom block
meanwhile, his cock is flying about.
She calls him a hoodwink,
but she does not know I have a kink.
Meanwhile, he desperately tries to pull
his britches up and cries for mercy.
He literally jumps out of the window,
and my beau, hops into his jalopy.
I am left here in the wake of this mess.
My mother does not know what to make
of our shenanigans, but I can tell
that hell will break loose for my whatsit time.
She insist that since I am not wed
no man should be in my bed
for that is skullduggery, but I reply
he was standing, does skull fuckery count?
His face is a sight for sore eyes.
We kiss in an adulterated fashion
and my passion for him burns deep.
He rigamaroles words for foreplay,
but without delay he is in my mouth.
My mother hears all the brouhaha,
and she kicks the door down in fear.
Flummoxed, she beats him with the broom block
meanwhile, his cock is flying about.
She calls him a hoodwink,
but she does not know I have a kink.
Meanwhile, he desperately tries to pull
his britches up and cries for mercy.
He literally jumps out of the window,
and my beau, hops into his jalopy.
I am left here in the wake of this mess.
My mother does not know what to make
of our shenanigans, but I can tell
that hell will break loose for my whatsit time.
She insist that since I am not wed
no man should be in my bed
for that is skullduggery, but I reply
he was standing, does skull fuckery count?
Written by Ljdynamic
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the chase
I watch you gallivant
all over this fucking city
trying to hoodwink
every girl you can find
to slip their hand down
your britches and feel
what pulses beneath
get a jumpstart on the rigmarole
of convincing them you're
worth a chance at the fire
between their legs
You like them blushing
and flummoxed
in the backseat of your
father's red jalopy
for some shenanigans
that aren't spoken about
in polite society
Whether the chase
is hard or easy
this game of skull duggery
is what you're all about
the brouhaha of the conquest
almost as good as the conquest itself
Balls deep
you've already forgotten
whatsits name
she could be anyone
and she is to you
one more nameless fuck
for you to scratch into your headboard
when you get home
all over this fucking city
trying to hoodwink
every girl you can find
to slip their hand down
your britches and feel
what pulses beneath
get a jumpstart on the rigmarole
of convincing them you're
worth a chance at the fire
between their legs
You like them blushing
and flummoxed
in the backseat of your
father's red jalopy
for some shenanigans
that aren't spoken about
in polite society
Whether the chase
is hard or easy
this game of skull duggery
is what you're all about
the brouhaha of the conquest
almost as good as the conquest itself
Balls deep
you've already forgotten
whatsits name
she could be anyone
and she is to you
one more nameless fuck
for you to scratch into your headboard
when you get home
Written by Indie
(Miss Indie)
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Maidens of Castle Anthrax: The Lost Monty Python Song
We rode a fake jalopy
with coconuts sounding cloppy
off beaten paths
to Anthrax
the castle on the moors.
At first we all were flummoxed
no where or why or whatsit;
we found no Grail
on our trail
but there were nympho maids…..
Oh, we’ll gallivant in our britches
with those naughty bitches
who caused a whole
rigamarole
and a brouhaha.
Shenanigans they were thinking,
skull duggery and hoodwinking--
tricked us in
to carnal sin
and spankings, all around.
with coconuts sounding cloppy
off beaten paths
to Anthrax
the castle on the moors.
At first we all were flummoxed
no where or why or whatsit;
we found no Grail
on our trail
but there were nympho maids…..
Oh, we’ll gallivant in our britches
with those naughty bitches
who caused a whole
rigamarole
and a brouhaha.
Shenanigans they were thinking,
skull duggery and hoodwinking--
tricked us in
to carnal sin
and spankings, all around.
Written by MadameLavender
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A Vacation
on a vacation from their wives two men did gallivant
in a merry tipsy gait britches all askew
singing together happily causing quite the brouhaha
quite a sight they were with their antics and shenanigans
at night beer in hand they walked the street
a jalopy they found thought it would be sweet
to give pity to its situation take it for a drive
on the streets they drove without care for the rigamarole
their laughter rang through the night
with skull duggery in mind they stood together
their daring tipsy groove flummoxed all
who saw them in a rather strange contraption
a whatsit of a gadget stuck in their ears
their beer bottle back on their hands
they tottered off with their britches all askew
staggering into their BnB and passing out on the floor
in a merry tipsy gait britches all askew
singing together happily causing quite the brouhaha
quite a sight they were with their antics and shenanigans
at night beer in hand they walked the street
a jalopy they found thought it would be sweet
to give pity to its situation take it for a drive
on the streets they drove without care for the rigamarole
their laughter rang through the night
with skull duggery in mind they stood together
their daring tipsy groove flummoxed all
who saw them in a rather strange contraption
a whatsit of a gadget stuck in their ears
their beer bottle back on their hands
they tottered off with their britches all askew
staggering into their BnB and passing out on the floor
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Rigmaroles
he's the example
of whatsit to me
shitty solipsist
cocky pismire
a skullduggery
asshat with his
gelastic jalopy
quite bourgois
don't you think
flaccid britches
always down for
a lousy attempt
at shenanigans
-accismus style-
so gallivant chick
parades with your
hood wink dick &
egregious ways
as you fake your
brouhaha smiles
& flummoxed flare
your silly rigmaroles
won't get you anywhere
of whatsit to me
shitty solipsist
cocky pismire
a skullduggery
asshat with his
gelastic jalopy
quite bourgois
don't you think
flaccid britches
always down for
a lousy attempt
at shenanigans
-accismus style-
so gallivant chick
parades with your
hood wink dick &
egregious ways
as you fake your
brouhaha smiles
& flummoxed flare
your silly rigmaroles
won't get you anywhere
Written by Duende
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Working Man Pants Is All I Wear
Gallivant means nothing to me
Britches is a word I've never seen
Rigmarole I think I heard in a dream
Hoodwink from red riding hood quite possibly
I go digging through my skull, skullduggery?
Jalopy, my favorite car, same as Archie
Brouhaha is perhaps when a friend laughs
as shenanigans land in a crash at bottoms of silly summits
and later leave bros flummoxed
whatsit all that's left to say, besides
the phrase, I'm not that fancy
Britches is a word I've never seen
Rigmarole I think I heard in a dream
Hoodwink from red riding hood quite possibly
I go digging through my skull, skullduggery?
Jalopy, my favorite car, same as Archie
Brouhaha is perhaps when a friend laughs
as shenanigans land in a crash at bottoms of silly summits
and later leave bros flummoxed
whatsit all that's left to say, besides
the phrase, I'm not that fancy
Written by ExercisingDemons
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The devilry in your footsteps
I’m flummoxed by your ill-design
Your conscience; broken down like some old jalopy
weaving in and out of align
This uproar; this brouhaha you’ve manufactured
It’s wanton and interstellar
Driven by the shenanigans enveloping the devilry in your footsteps
You’re impulsively cruel
The wisp of fire on your breath
Singes my spirit
Your audacity pales to the scale of your britches
Fraying, are the coattails of matter and truth
i watch in awe as you gallivant through these falsehoods
Yet I cannot dissect this skullduggery to find clarity in this revision
It is perplexing and dire
Incessantly driven by the who’s and the whatsit
Mingling in the counterfeit side of life
Pride, status and score;
the rigmarole that paints the depths of your ego
But as I go further within to counter the din
I can no longer be hoodwinked by such sharp misalign
Your conscience; broken down like some old jalopy
weaving in and out of align
This uproar; this brouhaha you’ve manufactured
It’s wanton and interstellar
Driven by the shenanigans enveloping the devilry in your footsteps
You’re impulsively cruel
The wisp of fire on your breath
Singes my spirit
Your audacity pales to the scale of your britches
Fraying, are the coattails of matter and truth
i watch in awe as you gallivant through these falsehoods
Yet I cannot dissect this skullduggery to find clarity in this revision
It is perplexing and dire
Incessantly driven by the who’s and the whatsit
Mingling in the counterfeit side of life
Pride, status and score;
the rigmarole that paints the depths of your ego
But as I go further within to counter the din
I can no longer be hoodwinked by such sharp misalign
Written by Everavalon
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This was an incredible turn out of entries! In the end we agreed there was one clear trophy recipient. We argued over runners-up but ultimately agreed on them as well.
Indie - the chase
Indie, we all agreed that your entry read beautifully & we had to actually look for the required words. They were so seamlessly written into the poem. The narrative was clear & completely relatable. Congratulations on a well-deserved win!
MadameLavender - Maidens of Castle Anthrax: The Lost Monty Python Song
MadameLavender, the Python fans were adamant that this one deserved to be on the podium. It had the perfect Python vibe & was a great showcase for the required words. We'll done & thank you for the giggles!
EverAvalon - The devilry in your footsteps
EverAvalon, talk about swinging at the last second & hitting it out of the park! This was such a well-written piece & again we had to search for the required words. Nicely done!
Rew - Odds & Sods
Rew, this was such a slapstick, bowler hat visual we had to give it a shout out! Thank you for the fun & giggles!
Ljdynamic - Bedtime Capers
Ljdynamic, the image of a couple young people sneaking around with mom busting in was so funny! Your narrative skills are amazing & you kept us giggling with this one...& that closing line!
Duende - Rigmaroles
Duende, your clever pen is incredible. The way you weave a few words into such a tight piece is top shelf! I'm pretty sure the required words were a full quarter of the poem! Well done!
Thank you to everyone who participated & see you next time!
Indie - the chase
Indie, we all agreed that your entry read beautifully & we had to actually look for the required words. They were so seamlessly written into the poem. The narrative was clear & completely relatable. Congratulations on a well-deserved win!
MadameLavender - Maidens of Castle Anthrax: The Lost Monty Python Song
MadameLavender, the Python fans were adamant that this one deserved to be on the podium. It had the perfect Python vibe & was a great showcase for the required words. We'll done & thank you for the giggles!
EverAvalon - The devilry in your footsteps
EverAvalon, talk about swinging at the last second & hitting it out of the park! This was such a well-written piece & again we had to search for the required words. Nicely done!
Rew - Odds & Sods
Rew, this was such a slapstick, bowler hat visual we had to give it a shout out! Thank you for the fun & giggles!
Ljdynamic - Bedtime Capers
Ljdynamic, the image of a couple young people sneaking around with mom busting in was so funny! Your narrative skills are amazing & you kept us giggling with this one...& that closing line!
Duende - Rigmaroles
Duende, your clever pen is incredible. The way you weave a few words into such a tight piece is top shelf! I'm pretty sure the required words were a full quarter of the poem! Well done!
Thank you to everyone who participated & see you next time!
Congrats to MadameLavender and EverAvalon too. This was an awesome comp with some amazing entries, so thank you Willow for hosting it and for challenging us.
