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What a Mess

Greedy goats were invited to the Wednesday feast; They foraged their dinners ahead of the sly wildebeest. Quenching their thirst with quail juice alamode. A gallimaufry of raindrops stirred within a commode. I asked who invited these creatures, and of course it was Tom. He did not realize they were all related to my husband’s mom. I thought they were gone, I said as they came through the door. My ex and his mother, what a mess, huh, Lenore?

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 8/3/2022 5:29:00 PM

Oh dear...off to the dictionary. Uh, did you make up "gallimaufry?" Love it.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/4/2022 3:13:00 PM

I love it, and I plan to use it as soon as I write something where it works. OTOH, I know you are capable of inventing really good words. Another gift, no doubt!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/3/2022 11:24:00 PM

I did not - it is a word! gal·li·mau·fry [?gal?'môfre] NOUN a confused jumble or medley of things: "a glorious gallimaufry of childhood perceptions" synonyms: mixture · blend · mingling · combination · compound · fusion · composition · concoction · brew · alloy · merger · union · amalgamation · amalgam · coalition · [more]