a.) A punctuation fubar. For example:
A woman without her man is lost.
A woman; without her, man is lost. R. Eastcourt (Elizabeth Creith)

b.) n. Biol. (cellular) material similar to chromatin, most often found in mitochondria. Aramis

c.) NOUN: Logic A syllogism in which one of the premises or the conclusion is not stated explicitly. The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language: Fourth Edition. 2000. (Alex W., Father Steve, shanks )

d.) a cultural fashion which has gone extinct tsuwm (Aramis, tsuwm )

e.) a mood-altering phrase wofahulicodoc

f.) Christian theology the cultural basis for Christian love. themilum (BranShea )

g.) A request to be infused with herbs. olly (R. Eastcourt, themilum)

h.) (noun): Any idea or narrative present in a person's mind prior to birth. Synonym of archetype. shanks (etaoin, arkaydy )

i.) defective wing casing, particularly in chirping insects such as crickets Elizabeth Creith

j.) one of a collection of poetic devices intended to evoke a visceral reaction from the reader. AnnaStrophic (Faldage)

k.) what the bound and gagged prisoner says to his/her rescuer consuelo (olly)

l.) The stem of an individual floret in the center of a yellow composite. Faldage (wofa)

m.) a state of collective temporary amnesia. BranShea (consuelo)


Well three people picked the correct one I C;
tsu, sorry, just one clear vote from you, not three.
So Faldage might ought to have voted his gut;
he prolly cahooted with Anna S, but

Dear olly at least gave his view all up front;
while Milo and Eastcourt dropped back for a punt.
Elizabeth C had the Canada vote;
and welcome arkaydy to our little boat.

consuelo--her mem'ry was taken adverse;
and eta got my vote for being most terse.
Then Ara got fancy, doc said what the L,
while BranShea's good faith--it sure did get dispelled.

So kudos to Alex, the vicar, and shanks;
too bad that for this you can't run to your banks.
A thought for you all as I fade out of sight,
"Happy Hogwash to all and to all a good night".

P.S.--I loved the 1913 Webster's citation (see Onelook):
(n.) An argument consisting of only two propositions, an antecedent and consequent deduced from it; a syllogism with one premise omitted; as, We are dependent; therefore we should be humble. Here the major proposition is suppressed. The complete syllogism would be, Dependent creatures should be humble; we are dependent creatures; therefore we should be humble.

Well done Jacko, good word, good turnout, good closing rhyme.

This game proves that BranShea is the smartest pig in a twelve tit litter of Word-a-day smarts.

Whatsamatta U, Father Steve, U been defrocked?

very nice Jackie!

/chuffed to guess the correct def for a change

We don't do that. We have an added fillip to the game; we try to guess which is each other's definition. We share nothing till we have both guessed.

Nice double modal, BTW.

Great compliments Jackie, on your neat clear quatrains giving details in tight form. I liked consuelo's definition and the "enthyme me" much, but enthymeme made me think of eucumene, so I put my trust in the faith. And see, I was not disappointed.
(I welcome the compliment for what it's worth, Milo) ~
I hesitated for Faldages definiton, but the "yellow" betrayed it.
(thanks for the round and the blue instructive note)

Well, Dr Woofy: GMTA or what?!

A yellow composite is a recognized type of flower. There is a main flower with many little florets in the middle of it. There is always something in the flower that is yellow, whether the main petals in a black-eyed susan or the inner florets as in a daisy or an aster.

We don't do that. I know--I just put that in to tease you. ;-) And thanks.

tight form. Every time I try to write in that rhythm, my mind starts "playing" Sweet Betsy from Pike! Messes me up something awful!

I liked consuelo's definition and the "enthyme me" Omigawd--I didn't even GET that! COOL!!

Yes, there are lots of composite varieties and of many colors. Your definition is about form. Color is irrelevant.

flowers for the lady:
zinnias
sunflowers

Gee, the game is over and still so much angst. Can't we all just get along? It is almost Christmas, a special time when the enthymeme within us rises above our contentiousness and brings love and goodwill to both kinds of mankind. Peace ()

Oh well, Gabriel, I'll respect your wings and little auriole.
I offered two bouquets as a peace token already.
What else can I do? OK, well you're right!