I awoke bumfuzzled from a terrible dream.
My bed clothes cattywampus through
my incessant tossing and turning.
Of course re-telling it now, the dream would seem
pure taradiddle, but I tell it to steady my nerves:
A young man hollered gardyloo from a window above
before throwing a bucket of slops into the street.
A lady oblivious to the warning was drenched as a result.
In a state of ill-willie she yelled billingsgate at the man.
They faced off and from there it escalated to the point
that a snickersnee threatened.
I tried to flee from the scene, running widdershins.
I had severe collywobbles from sheer terror.
Luckily, the pair disappeared (as they tend to do in dreams)
but now I came upon a smashed clock tower
with its gubbins hanging out!
A friendly clockmaker fixed it and we were conjubilant
to hear it chime on the hour with precision.
This coincided with my alarm clock ringing, rousing me from slumber.
Needless to say, I was not well-rested.
Day 24 and the Napowrimo prompt asks: Locate a dictionary, thesaurus, or encyclopedia, open it at random, and consider the two pages in front of you to be your inspirational playground for the day. Maybe a strange word will catch your eye, or perhaps the mishmash of information will provide you with the germ of a poem.
Without dictionary or encyclopedia to hand I googled “word of the day” and fell upon Merrium-Webster’s funny-sounding words. I quite enjoyed this.