Winner gets the Clowning Achievement, our Style Invitational trophy. Second place receives the cutest little bedbug you’ve ever seen, 2½ inches long, plush and squeezable with big winsome eyes and a velvety exoskeleton. Yet another in our series of noisome parasites that we offer as second prizes. We do recommend that you not decorate your Airbnb rental with it. Donated by Dave Prevar.
Other runners-up win their choice of our “For Best Results, Pour Into Top End” Loser Mug or our “Whole Fools” Grossery Bag. Honorable mentions get one of our lusted-after Loser magnets, “A Small Jester of Appreciation” or “Close, but Ceci N’est Pas un Cigare.” First Offenders receive only a smelly tree-shaped air “freshener” (FirStink for their first ink). See general contest rules and guidelines at wapo.st/inviteFAQ. The headline “Sung in Cheek” is by Jon Gearhart; both Chris Doyle and Kevin Dopart submitted the honorable-mentions subhead. Join the lively Style Invitational Devotees group on Facebook at on.fb.me/invdev; “like” the Style Invitational Ink of the Day on Facebook at bit.ly/inkofday; and follow @StyleInvite on Twitter.
The Style Conversational: The Empress’s weekly online column discusses each new contest and set of results; this week, some spelling bee poems from earlier years. See this week’s — published late Thursday, June 23 — at wapo.st/conv1494.
Sung in cheek: The news parodies of Week 1490
In Week 1490, the Empress once again went to Loserdom’s wheelhouse for songs about the news, and once again received hundreds of parodies, including dozens of inkworthy ones (some also-rans might appear in future weeks). The video option proved ever more popular; I’ve interspersed some honorable mentions among this week’s top four (text) winners, with a few more after that. (If you don’t see the video on your picky little device, click on the nearby link.)
To “I Feel Pretty”:
I bought Twitter, don’t be bitter,
I will git ’er much fitter, you’ll see
I’m no quitter — there’s no leader more steadfast than me!
But the price is a small crisis
To think twice is the wisest, I feel
My advice is: Twitter must give me a better deal!
Who’s that billionaire in the mirror there?
Who’ll set social media free?
It’s not Zuckerberg, not that Bezos dude, not the Google guys,
Not Bill Gates, it’s me!
I have Teslas, I have rockets,
And with Twitter I have a new toy.
All in all, I’m a pretty wonderful boy!
(Gary Crockett, Chevy Chase, Md.)
“THAT Part Belongs to Daddy,” inspired by Ivanka Trump’s finally acknowledging that she knew her father’s claims were a total crock. Lyrics and performance by Sandy Riccardi, Asheville, N.C.; Richard Riccardi on piano. If you don’t see the video above, click here.
Alito’s Favorite Plans
To “My Favorite Things”
Stare decisis? We say no comprendo!
We’re dissing women? That’s just innuendo.
Our rulings govern until we are dead,
Just so the Senate’s at least one-third red.
We chose a president, spiting the nation.
We did the bidding of each corporation.
To gerrymanders we give the green light
When they preserve seats for pols on the right.
Confirmations! Public speeches! We prevaricate.
We’ll execute all of the plans we have hatched,
So you’re fighting back too late!
(David Young, Falmouth, Mass.)
“Song of the Antiabortion Legislators”: Lyrics by Melissa Balmain, Rochester, N.Y.; sung by Melissa and daughter Lily FitzPatrick. If you don’t see the video above, use this link.
and the 1968 Humphrey-Muskie campaign flask:
The Jan. 6 Committee
To “I Feel Pretty”
Here’s the nitty and the gritty:
Our fair city was ransacked by thugs!
This committee does not think they came to give out hugs.
Their complexion? We bet you’ve a sense.
It’s not pretty when a mob is out to kill Mike Pence.
How did that sedition get organized?
Who arranged that violent mob?
Who unleashed the gang that was out to hang, turn the Dems and Reps into shish kebab?
Though you’re sneering and you’re jeering,
At this hearing we’re clearing the air,
And we’ll learn who’s the culprit for steering them there!
(Duncan Stevens, Vienna, Va.)
“The Ballad of Louie Gohmert,” inspired by the congressman’s complaint that “if you’re a Republican, you can’t even lie to Congress or lie to an FBI agent or they’re coming after you.” Lyrics and performance by Sarah Walsh, Rockville, Md.; Jonathan Jensen on accordion. If you don’t see the video above, use this link.
And the winner of the Clowning Achievement:
If I Only Had a Brain — A Heart – The Nerve: Musing With the GOP Three
First: Marjorie Taylor Greene:
I could while away the hours on legislative powers, or helping folks in pain,
And I might not be rootin’ for the folks who are shootin’, if I only had a brain.
I would get to know some new folk, not just a lot of-Q folk — I’d know they were insane;
And I wouldn’t get crazier with a Jewish space . . . lazier if I only had a brain.
Oh I could tell you why . . . Joe Biden won the vote.
I could even introduce a bill of note
And never give a stupid quote!
But my voters love the crazy, so why not just be lazy, not cause my head a strain;
I could lose their affection, and might not win election, if I only had a brain.
Then: Mitch McConnell:
When a man’s an empty vessel, he never needs to wrestle with conscience for his part.
I might start actin’ human, though my downfall would be loomin’, if I only had a heart.
I must cater to the donors, the billionaires and owners, like anyone who’s smart.
I’d become just like Cupid, which would be kind of stupid, if I only had a heart.
Picture me on your TV, my voice all sweet
Contradicting what I said a year ago
Hypocrisy? That’s me, you know!
When majorities they muster, I use the filibuster. It’s really quite an art.
I’d turn into a lefty; my remorse would be hefty, if I only had a heart.
And finally, Lindsey Graham:
Yes, it’s sad, believe me, missy, when you’re born to be a sissy, without the vim and verve,
But I could be a hero, not a bootlicking zero, if I only had the nerve.
I’m afraid there’s no denying I’ve given up on trying to protect and to preserve
Our great land’s Constitution — but I’d find a solution, if I only had the nerve.
Oh, I’d be in my stride, I’d give a rousing speech!
Full fidelity to law is what I’d preach —
And bravely vote then to impeach.
I would show that con man Donny a bravery so bonny, no longer would I serve!
I’m well read; I am brainy; I could be a Liz Cheney — If I only had the nerve!
(Michael Stein, Arlington, Va.)
Bad news airs: Honorable mentions
“The Ballad of Madison Cawthorn” (Sam Gold, Sarasota, Fla., a First Offender) If you don’t see the video above, click here.
Baby formula shortage after lab was shut down over cronobacter bacteria:
To “Be Our Guest”
Pump your chest! Pump your chest
Till our problem is addressed,
In our lab up here at Abbott
The inspectors weren’t impressed.
Was there dirt? Was there grime?
Or a nauseating slime?
Was our cleanliness a factor
When they found the cronobacter?
With no stock on the shelves,
You’ll produce it all yourselves,
’Cause our formula is “Mothers, do your best!”
We’ve gone to no production, so get out that suction,
Do not rest! Get expressed! Pump your chest!
(Mark Raffman, Reston, Va.)
“Indiana Jones 5” to premiere in June 2023, with 80-year-old Harrison Ford:
To ‘When I’m Sixty-Four’
When his fedora covers no hair, a few years from now
Indiana Jones will hunt the Fountain of Youth,
Crepe-skinned, half-deaf, long in the tooth
If he is streamed or on the big screen,
Will they beg for more?
Will Indy awe them next time they thaw him
When he’s 84?
(Kenneth McLeod, Bowie, Md., a First Offender)
“You May Be Right,” Dave Scheiber, St. Petersburg, Fla. If you don’t see the video above, click here.
To “Be Our Guest”
IRS: it’s a mess! Decades straight of “more with less”
Mean few audits and no plaudits (‘cept from tax cheats, who say “Yes!”)
Downsized staff, ancient tech make our oversight a wreck;
Might as well claim that deduction for your tummy liposuction!
Such abuse we can’t catch—systems here aren’t up to scratch—
So to fraud we have to meekly acquiesce;
Enforcement: have to fudge it, ‘cause they’ve slashed our budget;
Reassess! No BS: IRS! (Duncan Stevens)
“Don’t Say Gay,” by Jonathan Jensen; sung by Sandy Riccardi; Richard Riccardi on piano. If you don’t see the video above, click here.
Washington Commanders search for a new home
To “Somewhere” from “West Side Story”
There’s a place for us, some new tax base for us,
P.G. County won’t pay its share —
Wait, we must — nah — done there!
There’s a field for us, Someplace to yield for us,
Woodbridge? Dulles? Or Delaware?
Timbuktu? I don’t care!
We’ll build a new place for playing,
Long as the government’s paying. Somewhere.
I’ve got plans for us,
Somewhere with fans for us,
Sure, they’ll root for the other team,
Revenue, that’s my dream!
We’ll build a place that is giant,
Funded by locals compliant.
Somewhere. (Mark Raffman)
Xi Jinping sings “The Major-General’s Song”
I am the brilliant leader of a “socialist democracy”
(Though some might say I’m guilty of a wee bit of hypocrisy…);
I am by far the smartest; that’s why I decide what’s best for you;
(And if you disagree, there’ll be a warrant of arrest for you…).
I’m like a sneaky predator, I gain the upper hand with ease;
I just extend my tentacles and snap up anything I please!
I’ve built some nifty islands all across the vast South China Sea
For my offensive weapons; and (of course!) Taiwan belongs to ME!!!
I’m working on my Belt and Road because investing is my game;
(I’ve got my sticky fingers almost anywhere that you can name!)
So look out, world! I’m on a roll; as Number One I’ll take my place;
I’ll steal your tech to take control, and next… I’ve got my eyes on space!
(Beverley Sharp, Montgomery, Ala.)
The following parody of “Mona Lisa” — about the climate change activist who smeared “a cakelike substance” across the glass covering of the Mona Lisa in the Louvre — is one of two excellent ones submitted on the same subject, with the same song. I couldn’t decide between them, so I put them (anonymously) to the vote in the Style Invitational Devotees group on Facebook. This one won, 20-19. See the other, by Chris Doyle, in this week’s Style Conversational.
Mona Lisa, look alert! He tried to smash you;
So precautions it’s imperative to take!
Someone nuts just had the guts to try to trash you
With a hammer and a large amount of cake.
Did you smile and drive him crazy, Mona Lisa?
Are you sorry that he failed in his attack?
Do you hunger at times, Mona Lisa?
Does your tongue ache
For that cream cake?
Do you live, do you breathe, Mona Lisa?
Then (after all these years!) you prob’ly need a snack! (Beverley Sharp)
“Omicron,” a parody of “Kodachrome,” by Rick Bromberg, Fairfax, Va.; sung by Nancy Lawrence. If you can’t see the link above, click here.
Trump on Liz Cheney
To ”Janie’s Got a Gun”
Cheney’s gotta go, Cheney’s gotta go
The whole world’s gonna know
She’s a RINO just for show.
Her time in D.C.’s through –
What’s wrong with one small coup?
They see that Cheney’s prime-time scheme’s
More lying by a nasty dame
Oh man, she has it comin’, so Liz Cheney’s gotta go
I ain’t never gonna take the blame.
(Kevin Dopart, Washington
Back at the Office: Who Are You?
To “Who Am I?” from “Les Miserables”
Who are you?
The guy who started two long years ago?
There’s really so much that I did not know.
I never saw your spittle fleck
Or how you look below your neck.
Must you eat?
I hate the way you chew and chomp and munch.
The way your stomach rumbles after lunch.
The stench that lingers in the air
That you and I are forced to share.
I can’t stand
Exasperating mannerisms you display
Now that I’m in the office every day.
How soon can I go back to Zoom
And hang out in my living room?
I know that you are newly hired,
But just how soon can you be fired?
Who are you? Who are you?
My office-mate! (Barbara Sarshik and Andy Pike, Vienna, Va.)
NRA meeting in Houston
To “Come Out and Play” by the Offspring
“We gotta keep our guns,” restated:
All the chits we cash in,
All the palms we grease,
The Second A. never goes out of fashion.
Who will protect us? (Hint: It ain’t the police!)
They howl and bray’bout our big magazines,
They’d take away all our AR-15s,
But when they float bills to provide ‘em the means,
We just tie ’em up! Tie ’em up! Tie ’em up! Tie ’em up!
Hey! The lib’rals in D.C.?’
Shut ’em down! (Gotta keep ’em all frustrated).
Hey! The guns that keep us free?
Load ‘em up! (Never mind “well-regulated”).
Hey-ey! We’re doing fine!
We bought those pols and we keep ‘em all in line,
Hey-ey! We’re NRA! (Mark Raffman)
To ”99 Red Balloons”
Ninety-nine-cent bread balloons
Way up to $2.89;
Even on a hybrid’s tank
Filling up can break the bank.
We all fight but we’re the same:
We want someone we can blame.
Money’s tight and I know why:
YOUR side made the costs balloon so high!
(Coleman Glenn, Huntingdon Valley, Pa.)
Still running — deadline Monday night, June 26: Our contest for “feghoots” — ridiculous mini-stories that end in groaner puns. See wapo.st/invite1493.
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20 spelling bee words you can use for Week 1494
This is a fairly random selection of the words used in the 2022 National Spelling Bee. But you may use any of the ones listed at spellingbee.com beginning with Round 4. (The words in Round 6, a vocabulary round, aren’t obscure.) Below I usually quote or paraphrase the Merriam-Webster definitions; other times I found examples of actual modern usage. If you find another pronunciation or meaning given from another reliable source, feel free to use that as well (and show it to me, please).
brose (broze): a Scottish dish made by pouring boiling water over oatmeal.
chorine (kor-EEN): a old-time chorus girl. The musical “Ragtime” uses this term.
congener (CON-je-ner): a plant or animal in the same genus as another; or, figuratively, something or someone in the same group. In distilling, it refers to byproducts developed during the process.
cramignon (cra-meen-yon): a festive dance of southern France in which the dancers are in chain formation. Like this.
empressement (ahm-press-MONT): demonstrative warmth or cordiality. (But of course!)
florilegium (FLO-ri-LEE-gium): an anthology of writings.
frizzen: the pivoted metal upright of the action of a flintlock against which the flint strikes upon firing. Here’s a picture from Wikipedia.
glissile (rhymes with missile): capable of gliding; used in geology.
lanuginous (la-NU-jinous): covered with down or fine, soft hair. The fuzz with which some babies are born is called lanugo.
lerret: a traditional fishing rowboat from the Chesil beach in Dorset, England.
noctivagant (noc-TI-va-gant): going around at night.
ostmark: East German currency eventually replaced by the German mark and the euro.
palombino: a light gray Italian marble. (Not a horse!)
pigsney: darling or sweetheart, or a little eye. The Oxford English Dictionary says it’s “”one particularly cherished; a darling pet.”
psittacism: automatic speech without thought of the meaning of the words spoken. It comes from the word for parrot and, according to Wikipedia, it’s a pejorative word.
onocentaur: a mythological creature having the head and arms and upper torso of a human being and the body and legs of an ass.
semmit: Scottish for undershirt. Here’s a Scot showing how the word is used.