Harmless hods of fearless cod swept away the heavy clods of silk that had gathered at the mouth of the slumbering swordfish.
Creeping suspicions sustained the merry grains of interesting soul searchers, but the cod on the hod had less to be suspicious of than the fortunate swordfish fencing along the quay, because good fencing makes good neighbors at least forty-three times a year. Archimedes augers well for the screwfish to gain a mechanical advantage over the swordfish and cod–either fencing or on the hod–the hod of delight. The augers of innocence bore through Blake’s experience unfettered as marshmallow crumbles like justice at the altar of abstractions.
Blake and Archimedes fenced until dawn, but the separation between good neighbors bore no resemblance to the reparations of riposte, because the riposte hole digger augured its way into the good grace of fearless cod resting on the harmless hod.
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Blake’s hake to Frost’s riposte? Or is it haddock in Frost’s paddock? Or a cuttlefish on a scuttle? Or alas, sole on a pike!? Or a screwfish on a cutlass (fish, look it up)? But for screwfish and for much less, flops a limerick on the docket. But maybe later.
That’s twice now you’ve promised a limerick. A third time would make it a hat trick. I don’t know ’bout you, but I’d eat my shoe, if cutlass fish slept in my hayrick.
I’m a woman of my word. Here’s one for each promise. (Hayrick jokes are Limerick de rigeur.)
i.
There once was a gent from Westphalia
who purchased a gentian azalea.
It gradually grew to a gentler blue
and resembled his paraphernalia.
ii.
A fellow obsessed with his haddock
frequently trolled from a hammock.
His catch was nomadic, his rod was sporadic,
a cuttlefish more than a ham hock.
That fellow who fancied his haddock
met a lumberjack Jill who had bad luck.
“A Pulaski,” said she, “is my preference, you see,
but your haddock resembles a mattock.”
Is it just me, or are they getting worse?
Yes, but for the better!
A friend of mine once tried to read Ulysses. But he gave up when he reached a sequence where he realized he had no idea which character was speaking. As for me, reading Ulysses is not on my to-do list. But I admire your stick-with-it attitude that allowed you to finish the book.
I’ve had plenty of books I gave up on, but for some reason was a glutton for punishment on this one. 🙂
“Riposte hold digger”! The best allusion next to fences.
I enjoyed that too! 🙂
Criminy! I meant “hole digger.” Just realized I’d made a typo.
I figured. 😀