Wacky Wednesday: February 3

The first Wacky Wednesday of February is an interesting one. We are still trekking into the world of old English insults. Our first word of the day is Smell-feast. This refers to someone who turns up uninvited at a meal or party and expects to be fed. The next word is Smellfungus and it has a long backstory to how it came to be. It refers to someone who always finds fault in the places they visit. Below is the long backstory.

“When Laurence Sterne (author of “The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy”) met the Scottish writer Tobias Smollett (author of “The Adventures of Peregrine Pickle”) in Italy in 1764, he was amazed by how critical Smollett was of all the places he had visited. Smollett returned home and published his “Travels Through France and Italy” in 1766, and in response Sterne published his “Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy” two years later. Part-novel, part-travelogue, Sterne’s book featured a grumblingly quarrelsome character called Smelfungus, who was modeled on Smollett. The name soon came to be used of any buzz-killing faultfinder.”

We have a few interesting holidays. Today is National Carrot Cake Day and this is my favorite kind of cake which makes this a win for me. It is also National Women Physicians Day, celebrated women in medicine and the birthday of Doctor Elizabeth Blackwell, the first woman to receive a medical degree in the United States in 1849. Today is National Missing Persons Day. About 2,300 people are reported missing every day in the United States. And the saddest part of the day, it’s The Day the Music Died.

On February 3, 1959, there was an airplane accident near Clear Lake, Iowa taking the lives of pilot Roger Peterson, 22-year-old Buddy Holly, 17-year-old Richie Valens, and 28-year-old J.P. Richardson, aka: “The Big Bopper.” The phrase The Day the Music Died was first mentioned in Don McLean’s song “American Pie” in 1971.

The Tales of Enderas: Woes of a Warrior

He sits skulking in the shade
the home the Winged Horse has made
in this secluded meadow
where He drowns in His sorrows
when asked why He weeps so much
“I have lost the people’s touch.
None know of My sacrifice,
when I nearly gave My life,
and so should have been My fate,
but I failed and was too late.”
with these worlds He humbly sighed
and closed His large gentle eyes
the warrior that we knew
had died that day with the few

The next poem in the series coming Feb 8. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

The Tales of Enderas: Through the Bat Cave

the path you seek has danger
this path through Caves of Wonder
but to find the one you seek
prove to the Bats you’re not weak
you must first bargain with them
so you may enter within
then you must bargain again
just so you live to the end
the Bats are sly ones indeed
their only thought is to feed
they seem so nice and helpful
really they want a mouthful
they take you onto their cave
here they will make it your grave

The next poem in the series coming Feb 2. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.