“And now, the prompt. (As always, the prompt is optional). Today I challenge you to write a poem that uses at least five of the following words:
OK, how about all 28? And who says it has to make much sense? I had to add 44 words to them to do it, though.
Oh, how miraculous the prompt this gutter dunderhead –
This non-pareil elusive ghost – has offered us instead;
Our generator of ideas wants us to squander time
In bilious ego-building rodomontade all in rhyme!
Must owl abscond upwind with a svelte cowbird, willowy?
Or cyclops curl a truffle, which becomes artillery?
The whole thing’s twice absurd, for qwahog served with salt and cheese,
And some mercurial seaweed, with a clove, would never please!
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