I came across this image and it reminded me of me! Why do I always insist on carrying every grocery bag in at one time? I struggle, bump into the car door trying to close it and can barely get into the house because I have too many bags on either side of me, yet I also refuse to make two trips! What does it mean? I must be mad or something.
Fandango, from This, That and the Other has tagged me in a funny Poetic Tag originated by Rory, A Guy Called Bloke. He started another one of his “Not Just My Verse” poetry blog hops. He wrote the first stanza, then passed it on to Paula of Light Motifs II and she sent it on to Fandango and so on. Below is the poem so far.
I am sure, well pretty sure NO, of course l am sure! Twas not twas, twas not there before! And yet, here l am looking upon it with widened eyes … This thing that twasn’t, and yet now it twas a surprise!
Good Wednesday morning! Another hump day and time for Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday. You know I can never resist a Gary Larson, Tales from the Far Side cartoon so here’s a good one. Hope you like it!
I have just completed the 31 days of poetry challenge with OctPoWriMo, which I took very seriously. However I looked at the prompts today and nothing was speaking to me. So to reward myself for being diligent for the past month, I came up with the nonsense below. It just flowed and the sillier it became the more I liked it! Please forgive my indulgence. I’ll be back on track tomorrow!
He was roving the countryside
Until he came alongside
A poor cow stuck in a fence
Her leg was caught in the wire
Half her body lying in the mire
Things were looking quite tense
She was mooing so loudly
But held herself together proudly
Her pain was obviously wicked
He tried to help her get loose
Struggling just tightened the noose
Her limb was looking crooked
He was fearing the worst
But there was a cloudburst
It was raining cats and dogs
She started to have a tantrum
So his guitar he began to strum
As he sat down on some logs
The music to her was calming
He could see she was a Brahman
A cow of the highest quality
If he could only free the bovine
Perhaps the owner would offer a goldmine
It was a matter of her dignity
She had slipped lower into the mud
The rain had left quite a flood
But he finally freed the poor cow
As the owner appeared
His reward he feared
Might be less than he had now
A bonanza was not on the cards
Not by many a yard
The cow was ownerless
The man who came
Was just playing a game
It was time to reassess
Here’s one for you on this fine Wednesday morning. Linda Hill had suggested Words of Wisdom as a prompt for today’s One Liner. My Words of Wisdom would be “Don’t do this!” This happened to me last night. Ouch!
Good Morning! It’s another One Liner Wednesday and this week the prompt is “What are you thankful for?” In times of political upheaval and divisiveness, I am thankful that I still have a sense of humor. It is needed.
This one is silly I know, but I can’t help myself. It made me laugh!