Words for Wednesday June 14

It was Wednesday yesterday. And this means Words for Wednesday! I succeeded in writing a bit, I do not know where it goes or when.

This challenge was started by Delores a long time ago. Troubles led her to bow out, but the challenge was too much fun to let go, and now the Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator.

The general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss. Use all Words, some Words or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.

 It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.

So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement. 

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All Wednesdays in June the Words are provided by Hilary Melton-Butcher but they are made public at Elephant's Child's blog.

For June 14 we were given:

Mimsy (rather feeble)
Bitter
Dress
Thyme
Boom
     And/or
Dish
Genre
Embroidery
Bread
Spread

"Most Mimsy were the Borogoves" Sif began.

"Oh, no," her brother Elvin said in a rather bitter tone. "Whenever she puts on that dress, she feels like Alice and just have to show us all that she knows all the verses by heart."

"Thyme is to try me, Gillyflowers are for gentleness ..." Lis started with her best, mad voice and expression.

"You are all as crazy as a loon in a boom!" Tage said very loud. "What is the general idea behind this outbreak of  citation madness?"

"We're trying to hit upon the right password for this chest," Heidi said with a smile, "but it quickly degenerated into a citation contest instead."

"What chest ... Ooh, I see," Tage said, as he noticed the diminutive turquoise green chest on the table. "Who gave you this task?"

"Jon did, surprisingly," Heidi answered.

"Bah," Tage said, "Then there's probably an old dish inside, and the remnants of a nautilus or a squid."

"Not all wrong," Jon said smiling, from where he suddenly stood behind them, "but can you guess the clue?"

Tage turned red all the way from the roots of his hair to where his neck was hidden by his upturned collar . He felt like being anywhere else, even at home helping his mother putting up the embroidery frame - her preferred punishment for trespasses.

"Can we have a clue?" Heidi asked to give Tage time to collect his wits again. "The first letter, genre, bird, fish or in between?"

Jon laughed: "Good one, Heidi. Yes I'll help you. Genre: Children's' silly rhymes. So please tell Ophelia and Alice to stop." And with these words Jon disappeared.

"Ohh, Gosh!" Tage said, "thanks for saving my shin. I forgot how good he was a teleporting."

"Children's' silly rhymes?" Lis said, "well Mimsy were the Borogoves, actually belong there, but he asked "Alice" to scam, so ... younger children maybe ... let's try!"

They tried Itsy bitsy spider, Ring of roses, Jack and Jill fell down a hill, Baah baah black sheep, A sailor went to sea, and many, many other.

Susan loved tongue twisting rhymes, so she began: "Betty Botter bought some butter,But she said this butter's bitter. If I put it in my batter, It will make my batter bitter, But a bit of better butter Will surely make my batter better."  

Lis caught on and intoned: "Bed Spreaders spread spreads on beds. Bread Spreaders spread butter on breads. And that Bed Spreader better watch out how he's spreading, or that Bread Spreader's sure going to butter his bedding."

And huff the chest opened!