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Lisp has all the visual appeal of oatmeal with fingernail clippings mixed in.
Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away. My
Beautee eneuch to mak a world to dote.
voluptuous sluggard,
I'm Danny Worsnop and I slay poon.
Poireaux vinaigrette aux grains de caviar."
I did a quick translation. "Leeks and fish eggs in vinegar?"
He grinned. "It sounds better in French."
Yeah, but did it taste better?
Man, I want to die, is all," cried Ploy.
"Don't you know," said Dahoud, "that life is the most precious possession you have?
Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.
An aged Burgundy runs with a beardless Port. I cherish the fancy that Port speaks sentences of wisdom, Burgundy sings the inspired Ode.
I pass over the spectacle of Poirot on a camel. He started by groans and lamentations and ended by shrieks, gesticulations and invocations to the Virgin Mary and every Saint in the calendar. In the end, he descended ignominiously and finished the journey on a diminutive donkey.
porcini-asparagus
Wotan of Walhalla,
Come up fish. Come to Quint.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Your Life our your lupines!"
Dennis Moore
I like a good pompadour.
Please enter," Kessell said with false courtesy. "Fear not for my trolls that you injured, they will surely heal!" He threw his head back and laughed. Drizzt felt a fool; to think that all of his caution and stealth had served no better purpose than to amuse the wizard!
Placid, adj.
Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.
Pusillanimous. Talisman.
Hey, can you teach me the word for friend that you wrote on my card?"
"Peng you," I say.
"Peng you," she says, only instead of pung yo, it sounds like penguin. "Shee shee for being my penguin," she says.
Send not a Catt for Lard.
Comen out, leetle rodents," the human called in a language that the companions could not understand. The wizard reiterated the request in another tongue, then in drow, and then in two more unknown tongues, and then in svirfneblin. He continued on for many minutes,
To pluck a flower means to take possession of it, and it also means to kill it.
P - Jamie!" I called.
He waded back toward me. "I'm starting to think my name is Pajamie."
"Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn't deep."
"Pajerky?" He gave me a skeptical look. "That's Pathetic."
"We'll see how smug you are once I'm on dry land.
Eid ma clack shaw
Zupoven del ba
Mertepy ven seinur
Cofally ragdah
The villagers had decided that 'practical' meant 'extremely magical and full of interesting objects' and had officially subtitled themselves, Winesap: A Pracktical Towne.
PU'RIST: one superstitiously nice in the use of words.
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
Loafe with me on the grass - loose the stop from your throat;
Not words, not music or rhyme I want - not custom or lecture, not even the best;
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
Madeline Hatter. Her lavender-streaked teal hair exploded around her in messy curls. The polka-dotted, striped, and lacy layers of her skirt were bunched and fluffed. Her teacup hat tilted low over one ear. "Whoops,
I thawt I thaw a putty tat." "I did, I did thee a putty tat" Finished with his Tweety Bird imitation, he grinned unpleasantly at me. "Now, then, luv, let's get down to business
Something that just came out of me. It was a bit of mischief.
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
ORANGE MARMALADE',
Maggot, I'm going to pull a rabbit out of your hat!
Treeple - all you need is be-leaf!
Ye know, Cork Courrant-Porky Implant. Tis a jest" Ian
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know,
Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
PLEONASM, n. An army of words escorting a corporal of thought.
Tomorrow's a hunting day," I say.
"I won't be much of a help with that," Peeta says. "I've never hunted before."
"I'll kill and you cook," I say. "And you can always gather."
"I wish there was some sort of bread bush out there," says Peeta.
Oh! Do not excite yourself. Shall I say that he interested me because he was trying to grow a mustache and as yet the result is poor." Poirot stroked his own magnificent mustache tenderly. "It is an art," he murmured, "the growing of the mustache! I have sympathy for all who attempt it.
Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.
Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.
Peppier n. The waiter at a fancy restaurant whose sole purpose seems to be walking around asking diners if they want ground pepper.
When folks git ole en strucken wid de palsy, dey mus' speck ter be laff'd at.
O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.
PPPS. I hope Butterbur sends this promptly. A worthy man, but his memory is like a lumber-room: thing wanted always buried. If he forgets, I shall roast him.
You're a man milliner, Poirot. I never notice what people have on."
"You should join a nudist colony
Nuzleaf Grass/Dark
Loony, Loopy Lupin.
Why don't I just pretend I'm on camera, Plutarch?" I say.
"Yes! Perfect. One is always much braver with an audience," he says. "Look at the courage Peeta just displayed!"
It's all I can do not to slap him.
The horses have stopped
their clippity-clop,
but feet are too slow
for where I must go.
So here I shall stay
until light of day
when clippity-clop
gets my team underway.
It's a dimissive term to say the Irish team are plucky because it rings back to the old days when we went out and gave it a lash, set our hair on fire and ran after the opposition for 20 minutes and, if they survived that, they beat us by 50 points.
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
Nothing seems to please a fly so much as to be taken for a currant; and if it can be baked in a cake and palmed off on the unwary, it dies happy.
Naphtali is a doe let loose that bears beautiful fawns.
limerick?" asked
Zucchini curls on a bed of arugula salad, dressed with a creamy sauce were served with pickled shrimp in white wine vinaigrette.
I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. "Here."
I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.
What did the carrot say to the wheat? Lettuce rest, I'm feeling beet.
so Durrant stroked the area around his cloaca
Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller
Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk
Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.
Tritons Trident!
bloweth where it listeth,
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
Son of a poodle.
*So, you're the small troublemaker who foiled Saturday's Cocigrue," said Lady Friday. Leaf, a friend of the so-called Rightful Heir , this Arthur Penhaligon. How kind of you to visit.
My dear, I should like to stick you full of barbed arrows like a p-p-pin cushion ... Where do you lurk? I shall come down your burrow and ch-chivvy you out like an old st-t-toat.
flibbertigibbets - and
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
So, timely you came, and well you chose, You came when most needed, my winter rose. From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press Your leaves 'twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.
I play Peeta. That's his name. It was given to him by his parents. He comes from a long line of bread. His sister is Rye. And his brother is Whole Wheat.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
And I were together in the Improbable Creatures Club: us and duck-billed platypuses. Of course, I had hoped that Peter
So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
To be commenced in stronds afar remote.
The plough is to the farmer what the wand is to the sorcerer. Its effect is really like sorcery.
Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'
William Boot
Don't pe in te urry - don't. Will you pe take de odder pottle, or ave you pe got zober yet and come to your zenzes?
There was a poor poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff, But the public, though dull, Had not such a skull As belonged to believers in Clough.
anglepoise lamp.
A Waft of Cheese
Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse ... I never pin up my hair with prose."
GILDEROY LOCKHART T
Mr. Paggle lifted his own ale in the air. "What shall we toast to?"
"Yarrow's right hook?" Peer said.
"Bray's unladylike nerve?" Arlow suggested.
"To new friends," Yarrow said.
"New friends," they agreed. Their glasses clinked merrily.
Flowers are the beautiful hairs of the Mother Spring! Don't pluck them!
Think of me if you will as the Lady of Shalott ... who chooses to watch diligently the bright colours of her Web - to ply an industrious shuttle - to make - something - to close the Shutters and the Peephole too -
pilaster, probably meant to anchor a
Lanith? Don't bewitch the Church boys. Their disappointment is a mess to untangle when they follow you home.
There are Plebes in all classes.
It's time to P-A-R-T-Why? Because I gotta!
Unfortunately, Poots is the name that I've been graced with for my life, but it's not short for anything - apart from Imogen Poots.
Concurring hands divide
flax for damask
that when bleached by Irish weather
has the silvered chamois-leather
water-tightness of a
skin.
Feathers needed, swan preferred.
A lich guards his phylactery like an elf guards his salad.
diphthongs. Avril
I, Hercule Poirot, am not amused.
All the vitamins needed seem to be found in plebian dishes.
Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,
And daffodillies fill their cups with tears,
To strew the laureate to hearse when Lycid lies.
In the V-shaped opening of her crape bodice Mlle. Vinteuil felt the sting of her friend's sudden kiss; ...