Friday, June 3, 2022

Stories My Words Tell; or, “Laugh” is a Five-Letter Word

A lot of my friends started Worldling before the New York Times bought the word-game software to, presumably, entice players to become subscribers. Being a late-adopter and prone to paranoia, I only gradually overcame my suspicion that NYT was really using the game to collect psycho-socio-economic data to feed into its algorithms.

To preempt Big Brother’s attempts to profile me, I’ve decided to write my own Worldle-inspired stories. Here goes nothing. (Laugh. It’s a five-letter word.)

May 22, 2022 - Wordle by hosaa


June 3 (3) – A 

The capitalists among us,

that precious little SHARE they’ll CHASE, 

then alter their assessment

with the PHASE of the Moon.


June 3 (3) – B

In kindergarten, Jimbo said he wouldn’t SHARE.

I tried to CHASE him but he wouldn’t spill.

60 years later I know

it was just a PHASE.


June 2 (6) 

That SHIRT on the SHELF 

in the SHACK in the SHOPS

is much too SHOWY for me. 

I’ll ask to be SHOWN another.


June 1 (3)

After midnight I know I’ll CRAVE

something sweet, maybe with CREAM.

The dilemma becomes 

to open the fridge without a CREAK.


May 31 (5)

After that long and swampy war,

he rose from the MARSH to study

MACRO economics. The MAJOR, you see

aspired to become MAYOR, for he felt he was

to the MANOR born.


May 30 (4)

Over LUNCH we must not DALLY.

We rally now that we may STALL

the bombing test at Bikini ATOLL


May 29 (3)

He could not CLAIM to be a BARON

but after all,

he did own the entire BAYOU,

snakes and gators and all.


May 26 (5)

Yeah, we knew that JUDGE was a FREAK.

Let me be EXACT: He claimed his VALET

was his greatest ASSET.


May 25 (6)

The artist thought it AWFUL he was

out of UMBER, but I was worried about

his COUGH. I worried even more

about the POUCH he carried, 

which he would never let me TOUCH.

For what darkened secrets hidden in it

I could not VOUCH.


May 22 (4)

Another sultry NIGHT with you

to BLEND our dreams together.

It means a lot just to ENJOY

these nights and hopes, my love,

but the pragmatist in me 

needs MONEY.


May 20 (6)

That PUSHY ELBOW in the market

told me the CREAM MAKER

was just a GAMER.


May 17 (4)

You made it perfectly CLEAR, my dear,

how PETTY you then thought me

to WEIGH what it meant to be with you

something less than simply BEING.


May 14 (5)

It ain’t FRAIL to shrink your efforts

to match your available resources.

Yes, the LOCAL is EQUAL to the global,

as the tulip’s tender PETAL is

to a machine’s clanking METAL.


May 13 (4)

It wasn’t UNTIL the preacher landed

in the DRIFT that we recognized

he gladly surrendered PIETY

when he got a little TIPSY.


May 8 (4)

Whenever I finally discover

WHERE BLISS might be FOUND,

surely then I could call myself

CANNY.


Love, hosaa

playing with my word blocks

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