Bet you didn't realise there was a Competition.
Actually there wasn't really, it was more of an idle speculation.
From your Blogista...
Your nagging; I confess
I nod and doze without riposte,
...with extra points deducted for taking six days to finish.
O'Hara combines celerity with talent, to deliver...
Life is but an hypnogogic illusion, its caducity ends inevitably in a meeting with the Dicatress Death to whom there can be no riposte.
...and races away with a Lenin Prize!
Today's words for a Fit of Idle Speculation are...
Rogueclassicism (May He Get Well Soon) seems to be disabled with an ear infection, so I chose these myself, same method, except I'm too fond of mackle and wayworn to eliminate them for not being classical.
Do with them as you will, or nothing, or something else.
And should you never chance across this post, or this blog at all, sir, madam, then be consoled that you are with the majority ~ and so we are all content.