Making Use of the Old

Attempting to use all twenty of the following words in a brief story:

Snollygoster – a person who has intelligence but no principals

Peg Puff – a young woman with the manners of an old one

Fudgel – the act of giving the impression of working but actually doing nothing

Twattling – gossiping idly about unimportant things

Grumbletonians – people who are angry or unhappy with government

Hum Durgeon – an imaginary illness

Groke – someone who stares at you hoping you will share your food

Shivviness – the uncomfortable feeling of wearing new underwear

Crapulous – feeling ill as a result of eating too much food

Mugwump – someone in charge who affects being above petty squabbles

Dysania – someone who has extreme difficulty getting out of bed in the morning

Hugger Mugger – secretive or covert behavior

Elflock – a word that describes tangled hair – as if matted by elves

Ultracrepidarian – someone who gives opinions on things of which they know nothing

Trumpery – things that look good but are basically worthless

Jargogle –to confuse or jumble up

“The town’s mayor was nothing more than a mere cockalorum  - a mugwump known for outright fudgel  - the very fellow with the intelligence of a gutter snollygoster but who could sell his ideas with the finest trumpery, when in fact he was a simple ultracrepidarian.

Meanwhile, the mayor’s wife, a corpulent peg puff suffering from  chronic shivviness, not to mention hum durgeon tendencies, made yet another appointment with the town physician – yes, the very man known for dysania, which would account for his zwodde behavior,  not to mention hugger mugger attributes.   As she was feeling  quite crapulous – due in part to the feast of the night before, the mayor’s wife was feeling most anxious about the upcoming appointment.  She also thought it would be a fine time to make complaint, once again, about the town’s groke.  He had made her quite uncomfortable the night before when he stared, as he had so intently, at her generous third helping of  heaped sweetmeats.

But upon her arrival, the physician was idly twattling with the ultracrepidarian nurse – yes, the voluminous blonde with elflock hair.

Looking up from their fudgel, the two quietly groaned in unison, as they knew the mayor’s wife to actually be the worst sort of lanspresado.  The two grumbletonians smiled nonetheless, attempting to jargogle the poor woman.”