WORDLIZING

I love words (as opposed to grunts)----I can’t say enough about them but I’ve never been drawn to word games until Wordle came along and suddenly all five-letter words leap off the page. Now it would take a twelve-step program to get me back to normalcy. In keeping with my pentagonal-pointed head I thought I’d try to write a paragraph of five letter words.

Every month, a pious rabbi has lunch with a crazy mayor over a white table cloth. One sits in a green chair with a black skull cap, where he is known to bless his bagel and broth. The other, a cynic, curses his bacon salad with gusto though he has a noble ethic. They argue then agree about a vigil and a rally by a kiosk, while across the space a woman wears a glove which does not quite fully cover her elbow to wrist to pinky and thumb with her alien aroma scent of vapor neither poppy, aster nor daisy: maybe a pearl petal of a night-bloom plant meant to evoke a smile to drain the frown, smirk and sneer on the mayor known for his pluck and spunk though his scalp was shiny, not to speak of Putin with his shirt off or Biden of three score and more or even brain-empty, lying and manic Trump but more like ruddy mango or peach not to imply that one was meant to drive a Lexus to Texas or, if a lemon blest by a psalm from a rabbi, to the fifth state in the lunar cloud of Venus or some other realm so have a piece of fruit and a slice of bread. Raise your right index digit if all this can yield anything more than a mummy in Egypt for what it’s worth. If any of this makes sense please check into a psych floor at Pismo Beach, or Yorba Linda or any other five-letter hospital.