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Invitational Week 1498 Style: Overusing a Word in a Fun Poem

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Brose (II)While backpacking through Scotland, an obnoxious rich man ran out of his trail mix, so he went to a store. The caretaker boiled water and poured it over plain unsweetened oatmeal and the tourist turned his mop over. “What is this rot supposed to be?” ” Damn it ; just let it soak while you hike; it will mix and you can eat it when you stop. He bought some and later, as he swallowed every drop, he learned that a brose, whatever it was called, is still a bag of slop!
(Jon Gearhart, Des Moines)
Brose (III) Said the Edinburgh witch, “I suppose using schoolboy fingers and toes in my oatmeal adds a few savory notes of grace, and I’ll call it Brotherhood Brose.”
(Kevin Dopart)

Golilla (go-LEE-yuh), a strawberry-shaped necklace worn by Spanish officials during the Renaissance A non-believer, Juan Garcia, Fixed on the white golilla, Knows that the man is a magistrate, And hardens himself to know his fate. It is Torquemada, he has been told, who is there to damn him to perdition. Unfortunately, no one – young or old – expects the Spanish Inquisition.
(Chris Doyle)
Clayey (ar-gi-lacious), clayey “He’s dead, Jim,” Bones said, in a blunt and clear tone that the Enterprise crew members found unkind: “This statement, made so often – can we find a way to soften it? “Say, ‘Captain Kirk, our ensign is clayey.'”
(Duncan Stevens, Vienna, Virginia)
Dasypodid (da-SIP-odid), relating to armadillos A dashing young dasypodid set out one day To cross the road and pass the time. This armadillo hit a snag, so he didn’t go far; He met his alter ego on the road: an armored car.
(Beverley Sharp, Montgomery, Alabama)
Dasypodid (II) Once upon a time there was a king who worshiped armadillos; They figured in tapestries, portraits and pillows. He wished his knights for battle were thirsty, but his “brave” riders were, quite simply, the worst. On the day of the tournament, to the great displeasure of the king, Everyone left his hauberk at the inn. Fed up and enraged, the king growled angrily, “Wear your armor all day, like the dasypodid!”
(Sarah Walsh, Rockville, Maryland)

Chorine (korean), old fashioned chorister A Parisian chorea can remember being warned: “Don’t bend over, stand up straight!” When kicking, stay straight so your legs are projecting. In the cancan, you cannot cancan at all!
(Chris Doyle)
Cacoepy, mispronunciation (the word itself can be pronounced ka-CO-pee, as in the first poem below, or kaka-WEH-pee, as in the second)Although his name does not rhyme with “impala”, some will call him “ka-MAL-a” on purpose. Most consider this stupid, but cacoepy’s ploy sure gets a lot of MAGA-like holla.
(Frank Osen, Pasadena, CA)
Cacoepy (II)Are you snacking on “sorbet” or a “pancake”? Your blunders are horrible. Maliciously you escape! Oh, I could become peaceful. “Your cacoepic point is dumb!” Relax! It’s February! You will find me in the Commiting harry-carry bride costume. (Duncan Stevens)
Lipofuscin (lip-oh-FUSS-in), pigments found in inner cells, associated with agingYour hair is turning gray? Do not worry. It turns out that the older you get, as your cells turn to jelly, lipofuscin (brown-yellow) turns your insides more blond and brown. (Melissa Balmain)
Mercator projection: a map of the world that exaggerates the size of the lands near the polesMy fellow legislators, you see on this globe How the ice caps have shrunk; a correction is urgently needed. Instead of a globe, we should use a Mercator projection. (Coleman Glenn, Huntingdon Valley, Pennsylvania)
Ostreger, a goshawk keeperIt is he who has a bird in his hand Not the one who has his head in the sand. (Kevin Dopart)
Roasting, roasting over fire or high heatWhen I try to do my hair And my Airwrap breaks as the heat goes out, blowing only lukewarm air Flattening my soaking wet Mohawks As they laugh at me on the walk…I don’t can’t get roast I can’t get rid of frizz and I dry and I dry and I dry and I dry….(Frank Mann, Washington)