A monkey and a gorilla tried to steal bananas from the coconut tree. Which one got them?
Neither! Coconut trees don’t grow bananas!

Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
A monkey and a gorilla tried to steal bananas from the coconut tree. Which one got them?
Neither! Coconut trees don’t grow bananas!

There once was a Bird-of-Paradise
Its purple-orange-yellow was very nice
It wasn’t a bird
Which was kind of absurd
But you might catch a birdwatcher looking twice

Well, I finished my A-to-Z —
I’d say that’s a victory!
Limericks, collages —
(Such kitschy montages)
Thank you for helping me!
Really — THANK YOU!
There once was a woman named Zephide
Who was trying hard to decide
Which one’s best of all –
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall?
There once was a snail named Yoda
Whose slime was a written code(ah)
“In the goo, my words are —
Crunch me not, oh large car”
YES! The finish line is in sight!
I feel like I’ve been running a marathon.
Or maybe a biathlon.
Or triathlon.
The multi-event races are probably a better depiction of my month of April.
So. Many. Things.
I chose to participate in the A-to-Z Challenge — which involved posting through the month of April using a different letter of the alphabet for each day. April 1 was A. Today, April 29 is Y. For the challenge, I chose to write four lines of a limerick and ask my readers to finish the limerick.
Like an idiot, I thought, I’ll collage every day, too. A collage to go with each unfinished limerick I post.
Each collage takes time.
And they started to feel forced.
For me, art needs to kind of happen.
When I sit down to intentionally create something, it generally looks like crap. BUT, when I sit down and start to play with the various images I’ve already cut out, something different happens. I suppose, it could still look like crap, but the process is definitely more satisfying.
Take my superglued tiara princess of yesterday. Here’s the process of how she came to be:
Today’s limerick proved to be a problem because once I settle on Yoda, I wanted to use Yoda-speak, but my mind couldn’t twist the words around appropriately. I felt like I was in a yoga class with pretzel people.
So anyway — this month I had those two things going on — limericks and collages — and then life kept happening, too.
Work — busy, busy, busy.
Church — must write the minutes to a meeting that happened two weeks ago!
Taxes were in the middle of the month — yes, I procrastinated.
The grass is growing — must figure out my mowing dilemma.
Life keeps chugging along.
The good news is that two things will finish up tomorrow — limericks and collages.
This blather has been brought to you by Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
There once was a princess, Xaviera,
Who Super Glued her tiara
Onto her head
So the queen* said,
*you may substitute any royalty
There once was a friar named Willem
Who sat on some wild zanthoxylum*
“You @#!$%#!,” he thundered
So the other monks wondered
There once was a girl named Vicky
Whose bread dough tasted quite icky
She rolled it and baked it.
“Delicious!” she faked it –
There was a wee lad named Ulysses
Who pursued lots of girls for some kissies
Georgie-Peorgie was mild
When compared with this child
There once was a man – Tristan Trogg
Who went for a walk with his dog
But pigeons flew down
And startled the hound
