Quilly's Three Word Challenge "No Quitter"

This post is my answer to Quilly's Three Word Challenge and Dr John's Quivel.
All you have to do is write bad poetry,(or something that resembles poetry) using Quilly's words.
Dr John says anyone can do it.
So I thought I'd give it a try, and I had a blast.

You 'd better run while you still can.
And I'll go hide myself now, okay?

For weeks now I have set my sights
on Quilly's
Three Word Challenge.
I was at a loss,
for the words she puts forth
sounded
double Dutch to me.
At first
I decided to steer clear of
this dare.
For
my volgivagant vocabulary
would never be
adequate.
She called me "no quitter"?
Well ...
saying is one thing,
doing
is another.
I knew I'd have to
strain my every nerve
and get myself into this state of apanthropinization
to be able to deliver
a mellifluous piece of writing.

There is
a paucity of
good dictionaries.
Famelicose for words,
I am, that's true.
But my quondam school dictionary
is about as useful
as a chocolate teapot
with this.
Vocabulary
is a hecatologue
of shades of meaning.
You should know
I'm the kind of person
who wants to dot all the i's and cross all the t's.
Joining this challenge
feels like I'm biting off more than I can chew.
But I have been known
to jump in at the deep end before.

It's time to beat my brains
and deliver
isangelous poetry
instead of opprobrious Quivel.

Gaudiloquent voices
speaking words of praise.
Ingeniculations
and standing ovations
for my
awe inspiring
magnum opus tour de force.

Rather than
teterrimous scribbly.
Or
hitonious
balderdastic ( yeah, I made that one up!)
fiddle-faddle
written by a phlyarologist like me ?
I think I'll call it a day
before this oracle
becomes
fallaciloquent.

Maybe I'd better
take up
playing the zither?

Find the other player's stories at Quilly's.