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Keeping and eye on things. Clifton Beach, September 2010.

Theme Thursday, and due to my being enormously busy of late I'm gonna mix things up and throw the challenge out to YOU dear reader!

Three words, and YOU have to use them in a coherent sentence. I'm the judge, and winner gets the kudos.

Your words?

  • Aquiline


  • Bacchanalian


  • Vulpine


    • Go on, whatcha waiting for? Just don't twist yourself in a KNOT doing it...
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    Roy said…
    Aurelius's aquiline nose was a common sight at Rome's bacchanalian festivities, and was quite a draw to the crowds of vulpine young women.
    14 October 2010 at 09:07
    smudgeon said…
    Ahem...

    "Aquiline noses:
    Bacchanalian?"
    Eh...vulpine are best.

    It's not a sentence; it's a poor excuse for haiku. But it's my contribution...
    14 October 2010 at 13:18
    Roddy said…
    The aquiline nose of the Bacchanalian prophet seemed very vulpine.
    14 October 2010 at 15:34
    Barb said…
    Vulpine, bacchanalian, and aquiline were the only words I miss spelled in the spelling bee today.
    14 October 2010 at 16:47
    Rinkly Rimes said…
    http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2010/10/lust-and-long-words.html

    Maybe you don't want addresses but you've got mine!
    14 October 2010 at 18:46
    Lenora said…
    Oh clever one, flaunting your vulpine nature - sneaking out nightly to riotous festivities, singing and dancing attending wild, bacchanalian feasts; lording your haughty head over the crowd with aquiline arrogance.
    15 October 2010 at 06:30
    Tom said…
    over the arid desert circled the hungry vulpines, as Henry crawled over hot sand trying to keep his wits by humming a Bacchanalian overature, mere yards from the aquiline and sweet relief...ahhhh
    15 October 2010 at 10:46
    Kris McCracken said…
    Roy, that will be hard to beat.

    Me, the Haiku ups the degree of difficulty.

    Roddy, must try harder.

    Barb, points for creativity.

    Rinkly, I see what you did there! :)

    Lenora, double plus for the insult! :D

    Tom, now we've got a plot!
    16 October 2010 at 07:57
    Roddy said…
    They are fun words to try and marry into a sentence. Sorry if I disillusion you with my lack of intellect.
    17 October 2010 at 10:11
    Trulyfool said…
    Wherever the Bacchanalian assemble, someone crosses a line, goes overboard -- literally, once -- dares fate hanging over the proceedings vulpine, patiently hiding the hunger not only for the stray grape but the straying 'young thing' with her daring headscarf and little else, just eyes wider than nature normally would have them and a petite, aquiline nose suggestive of a geography as interesting as the loins of a calf.
    18 October 2010 at 11:56
    Kris McCracken said…
    Roddy, no sulking.

    Trulyfool, surely no fool!
    21 October 2010 at 17:57
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