Here lies today's ... okay, that's patently far too grave-like. Here follows today's collection of pre-selected words - broken down for your convenience into adjectives that you can turn into adverbs if you please so to do, verbs and vaguely noun-like clauses - for you to do whatsoever you please with them. Mostly we're expecting you to form sentences that you might find comical in themselves (adjective, noun, verb, other noun - that sort of thing), in which case your work here is done, or you might be inspired to write a longer piece based on your chosen words.
(Articles and prepositions and the like not included.)
Please tell us in what way you've been inspired in the comments.
Adjectives
acceptable
capital
deluxe
honorable
sparkling
superior
superb
welcome
admirable
praiseworthy
Nouns 1
retired PM
Chipping Sodbury
wasps
Tory party conference
February
the letter Q
double entry bookkeeping
The 2nd Thursday in the month
Anteater
Moon
Verbs
bloat
mangle
dangle
truss
wither
lance
inveigle
inflate
exfoliate
lubricate
Nouns 2
sandwich filling
hair bobble
wall hanging
marriage guidance
window cleaner
control device in a drug trial
crowd control
gerbil toy
novelty paperclip
middle name for new baby
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Go for it.
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8 comments:
For example:
My superb anteater ... when sufficiently lubricated ... makes a terrific ... you know ... novelty paperclip.
Well, I'm inspired.
The honorable retired PM was sparkling at the Tory party conference , until a window cleaner stole his truss, causing him to wither and dangle...
Sally, I think it's pretty much fair to say you win. But I shan't sleep tonight now.
It's not a pretty image, is it? LOL
The praiseworthy wasps trussed several gerbil toys to inveigle Chipping Sodbury
Deluxe wasps for sale. Superior in all areas. Make very acceptable wall hangings. Welcome addition to any Tory Party Conference. (Do not over-inflate. Marriage guidance not included.)
On the 2nd Thursday in the month, in each month, regular as clockwork, Moon would pause at the end of his night shift. He’d watch the earth get its shit together for a new day, the window cleaners and retired PMs and wasps and little girls skipping to the bus and clandestine couples having a quickie before work and anteaters gathering their breakfasts.
Even though the sky was light and the sun was up, Moon liked to spy on the earth once in a while and see what actually happened there. Then it would be time to move on, for on the 2nd Thursday of each month Moon also enjoyed a rather deluxe exfoliation from a cyclical, kindly meteor shower.
We met each 2nd Thursday in the month at Chipping Sodbury under the letter Q - the last remaining letter of the QUIVER Club. When your life is centred on double entry bookkeeping and you delight in a deluxe novelty paper clipand the odd gerbil toy; you welcome change, even in a sandwich filling. So that sparkling Tory party conference with its honourable wasps, its superb entourage of marriage guidance counsellors and the odd retired PM, was rather special.
After dinner, everyone well lubricated and inflated to bloat point; caked make-up exfoliating; trusses dangerously meshed and dangling in the mangled movement of the disco beat. I saw her, behind the hair bobble of the fat crowd controller, right of the Moon, holding the edge of that wall hanging; a window cleaner strangely out of place but very acceptable...
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