I’m really struggling when I resort to limericks. Please help!
There once was a man named Dickens
Who needed to exit some chickens
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
I’m really struggling when I resort to limericks. Please help!
There once was a man named Dickens
Who needed to exit some chickens
My daughter-in-law sent me a link to collage prompts for February.
I’ll call this one “Vacationing Among Cacti” or “Walk in the Desert.”
Photographs of six books I’m currently reading with explanatory notes in pictures. (Word-count cheating, I know.)
How about you? What are you reading?
There once was a woman named Sally
Who was trying so hard to rally
To post every day
But she’d nothing to say
February is pretty, don’t you think?
It’s like living in a snow-globe.
I suppose I could complain about the cold.
But I won’t.
She had been writing forever
Her nib was a nub.
Her eyes blurred.
MUST STAY AWAKE, she thought, or...
Or what?
The end.
A dental hygiene student in the family leads my thoughts in one direction when I hear the word “Canine.”
Funny how that works.
Exercise your body — take a long walk outside.
Exercise your mind — tackle a puzzle.
Exercise your soul — worship.
Exercise your humanity — be kind.
I presented on what we offer senior citizens where I work. However, I didn’t mention these amenities:
