We saw some great poems yesterday using the word splanchnoptosis. It made me wonder what would happen if you had a real challenge. So here’s your challenge for APF: write a poem in which you use at least one of the following words…or prose (no longer than 2 sentences) in which you use all of them.
Boustrophedonic (of or relating to text written from right to left)
Hornswoggle (cheat or swindle; bamboozle)
Palimpsest (a parchment that has been erased and rewritten)
Sesquipedalian (related to long words; characterized by the use of long words)
Xerostomia (dryness of the mouth)

Good luck, friends. I think you’re going to need it.

  • Amy
    1:18 PM, 4 February 2011

    There was a man folks called SesquipedalianHe was the town Episcopalian
    His sentences were long
    Just like a song
    ‘cept you can turn off a radio.

    The doctor always muttered under his breath
    That if xerostomia could cause death
    Then Sesquipedalian would die
    For his mouth would run dry
    Poor ol’ Sesquipedalian.

  • Jess
    3:30 PM, 4 February 2011

    Give me time to think and hopefully I’ll deliver on this one…

  • sally apokedak
    4:24 PM, 4 February 2011

    The huckster showed a page that was boustrophedonic,then tried to hornswoggle the crowd by selling them tonic,
    that would make all the lines go the same way.

    But the boustrophedonic text happened to be a palimpsest,
    and with a magnifying glass and some pointed inquest,
    it was soon discovered to be a fake.

    So while the sesquipedalian work, with its uneven meter,
    managed to produce severe xerostomia in its reader,
    still the charlatan took but a minuscule take.

  • Drew
    4:30 PM, 4 February 2011

    anyone lived in a sesquipedalian town(with up so floating many words down)

    Nah, this isn’t going to work . . .

  • Jess
    4:58 PM, 4 February 2011

    I scratch my head and I try to thinkOf a poem that could possibly rival Sally’s
    That uses sesquipedalian words (such as sesquipedalian)
    That happen to be, to me, rather alien.
    However, I believe I am failing in my quest
    As my paper is quickly turning into a palimpsest.
    I tried writing in a boustrophedonic manner
    But it only made my mix-up of words even sadder
    I read my attempts until I had xerostomia (yes, my mouth was dry)
    Until finally I decided that Sally has hornswoggled me out of the prize.

  • Aaron Roughton
    6:00 PM, 4 February 2011

    If you find that Italian is sesquipedalian and causes a dryness of mouthYour xerostomia will only just be a beginning of things heading south
    For next you will squeal as your head starts to reel when you have an attempt at some German
    And flee from Iran just as fast as you can or their language will set you to squirmin’
    You might find it ironic Hebrew’s boustrophedonic but that doesn’t mean that you can rest
    You’ll feel hornswoggled and wish you had goggles after reading a few palimpsests
    So a word to the wise give some rest to your eyes and do not cause yourself anymore trouble
    And if on Fridays you hate to participate then leave from this blog on the double

  • Jess
    6:10 PM, 4 February 2011

    Wow. Mr. Roughton, how long did it take you to write that?

  • Aaron Roughton
    6:12 PM, 4 February 2011

    Are you serious or are you mocking my jumbled use of the English language?

  • Patrick
    6:26 PM, 4 February 2011

    Boustrophedonically ambulatingWith vascular organ abdicating
    Xerostoma immediately commencing

    My palimpsest doggerel is threadbare

    Aspirations to metamorphose
    Into a sesquipedalian decompose
    Hitherto, hornswoggled by my foes

  • Jess
    6:32 PM, 4 February 2011

    Jumbled or not, it takes serious brainpower to create such immaculate rhyme.

  • Jess
    6:39 PM, 4 February 2011

    By the way, ich spreche Deutsch. Particularly using words such as zerstohren, ubergeben, and gebrochene Knochen. However, I might not be good enough to produce some nice German poetry yet. Although I can sing the German version of “A Mighty Fortress is Our God”–“Ein Feste Burg ist Unser Gott”–and it is much cooler in its original language… sorry, rabbit trail.

  • Jonathan Rogers
    7:13 PM, 4 February 2011

    This is some amazing poetry. I’m thinking about putting together an anthology.

  • Jess
    7:46 PM, 4 February 2011

    You’ll have to sell it in a package with The Superior Person’s Book of Words for anyone to be capable of gleaning meaning. 😉

  • sally apokedak
    9:35 PM, 4 February 2011

    Sehr gut, Jess. I love your poem and do not think that I have hornswoggled anyone out of any prizes. But I have to agree with you about Mr. Roughton’s. It’s pretty doggone good. Patrick is no slouch today, either.
    So who would want to leave this blog on the double? Jonathan Rogers dot com is the place where all the cool kids hang out on Fridays.

  • Joe
    9:47 PM, 4 February 2011

    Xerostomia set in as I stared at the page;Palimpsest it was for earning my wage.
    Sesquipedalian had taken its toll;
    Boustrophedonic, too, had played a small role.
    Hornswoggle my readers? “Never!” I said.
    But alas! the right words are all stuck in my head.

  • Jonathan Rogers
    11:59 PM, 4 February 2011

    Sally’s right. Cool kids everywhere know where to congregate on Fridays. You’re an ambitious lot, using all the words in your poems when the rules were to use at least one. And none of you resorted to free verse!
    If I were to write a poem using these words, it would involve an archaeologist. But after a day of traveling, I think I’m going to have to leave the participation to the audience this time.

    How many of you used RhymeZone.com (or some other rhyming dictionary website) to write your poem?

  • Jess
    12:35 AM, 5 February 2011

    RhymeZone.com? Never even heard of it. I do all my stuff from scratch. Homegrown organic words, seasoned with punctuation picked fresh from my brain. That’s why my poetry is so yummy. Also why my brain is almost completely fried so early in life. 😉 Maybe I will have to resort to RhymeZone.com in my old age.
    Ode to RhymeZone.com

    Oh, RhymeZone.com,
    I’ll use you when I’m a mom
    And I have to write a little rhyme
    To get my kids to bed on time

  • Canaan Bound
    12:44 AM, 5 February 2011

    This stuff is amazingly good. Someday I might be snart enough to contribute…

  • sally apokedak
    4:10 AM, 5 February 2011

    lol @ Jess. You are so funny.
    I went to an online rhyming dictionary but didn’t find anything particularly helpful.


    There is no help for my poem. Yikes.

  • Canaan Bound
    4:32 AM, 5 February 2011

    Snart. Oops. Bloody typos.

  • EmmaJ
    5:08 AM, 5 February 2011

    Boustrophedonic (of or relating to text written from right to left)Hornswoggle (cheat or swindle; bamboozle)
    Palimpsest (a parchment that has been erased and rewritten)
    Sesquipedalian (related to long words; characterized by the use of long words)
    Xerostomia (dryness of the mouth)

    Wow. Fabulous rhyming. Aaron Roughton… high five. Not being gifted in the art of poetry myself, I will attempt a prose submission, since the rules make allowances for us non-poets.

    Posing as a peddler of antiquities, he offered some old scraps to a naive looking elderly chap – a classic hornswaggle, calculated to fetch a tidy sum for useless trash. However, he was struck with xerostomia when the customer, upon handing over a few bills for payment, examined it carefully and pronounced the piece a priceless find, a palimpset which ever so faintly bore traces of a boustrophedonic script (likely Semitic), and from the number of sesquipedalians it contained, he judged it to be a scholarly or legal text of some sort.

  • Patrick
    5:27 AM, 5 February 2011

    I agree with Jess, rhymes from the brain are the best, an organic fest.
    From where did you come? I’d not heard of your dot com. Better call my mom.

    I must be honest. I did use a thesaurus… Tyrannosaurus?

  • luaphacim
    5:44 AM, 5 February 2011

    And now for a semi-autobiographical something that I hesitate to call a poem because poems require some amount of effort and also skill in, you know, arranging words and stuff. (See if you can spot the bonus sesquipedalian word that wasn’t in the assignment!)
    Tabula Rasa (Again)

    At the sight of her sweet face, my mind becomes a palimpsest:
    Parchment once richly adorned with sesquipedalian boustrophedony,
    Now overwritten with simple declarative sentences in mundane Latin script.

    I ache to impress her, to hornswoggle her somehow
    Into thinking me brilliant and desirable;
    Yet, smitten with the dual scourges of hyperhidrosis and xerostomia,
    All I can manage is, “Um. Hi.”

    • Jonathan Rogers
      5:23 PM, 7 February 2011

      luaphicam, you did a lot more with those five words than I would have thought possible. Nicely done.

  • sally apokedak
    8:54 PM, 7 February 2011

    Wow. Those late entries were very nice.

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