What book shall I write

 Twenty-eight Quordle words this time. For a change I decided to write in four-line stanzas, using the Quordle words as they were listed on the dailyquordlepoem.com site as they were listed. 

What book shall I write?

 

Maybe a cook book set in a sassy, SAUCY

kitchen, where a unwitting PEACH

will be, via a hand much SURER

than mine, of its skin STRIPped.

 

In the same book, in an anecdote, a PARER

held at the specific angle – le CLASP

de la Cuisine – will surreptitiously shear a SHARD

from a non persona grata piece of beef JERKY

 

Or a thriller-noir, a fairground MELEE

in driving rain where the sun once SHONE

will bring the reader to a questioned CHECK:

how did the villain manage the slippery sideways GLIDE?

 

Or a medical nonfiction, where the author asks for the LEAST

pain, please, agonised as he sees the vast ARRAY

of surgical equipment, the X-ray of his BOWELs,

the professor asking, ‘How are we doing, MATEY?’

 

The romance: she slurping bowls of GUAVA;

he leaping from surrounding FLORA;

she a secretary of the genus LEGAL;

he a farmer, earthy, smelling of ONIONs.

 

The DIY handbook for the Everyman, whose QUALMs

have brought him desperate to its pages, where, shouting VOILA!

he sees the answer to his boat’s perpetual leaking: ‘CAULK

it!’ shouts the author, ‘You’ll soon be GOING!!’

 

Finally the YA fantasy, the frequent WHIFF

of stinky beasts, the loathsome snakes that CREEP

through every scene, the use of the BLUNTed

sword to conquer – which works better than the half-learned SPELL.