I thought about choosing not to post today.
Yet here I am.
Posting my 23 words.
Too empty? Too full? I’m not sure.
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
I thought about choosing not to post today.
Yet here I am.
Posting my 23 words.
Too empty? Too full? I’m not sure.
There once was a banker named Frank
Who hated to hear coins clank
When they fell to the floor
He shouted, “NO MORE!”
There once was a girl named Ellie
Who drew a green star on her belly
Then, as an excuse,
She said, “Dr. Seuss!”
There once was a baker named Drake
Who fell down while baking a cake —
Broken eggs on the floor,
Sugar, flour and more —
There once was a biker named Charlie
Who loved to ride on his Harley
As he zoomed down the road
He suddenly slowed
_______________________
There once was a boy named Bruce
Who had a serious craving for juice
Orange, apple or pear
He did not really care
_____________________
if the people are complacent,
the palms themselves
will cast their branches
across the road
to form a royal carpet
for the King
I’m ready to start A-to-Z
And I really want you to join me!
I have limericks for you
To add a line to –
The fun of making a collage is that the picture tells me its story.
I’m waiting for her to tell what she’s thinking.
It has bothered me all my life that I do not paint like everybody else.
Henri Matisse
Same, Henri.

You give me hope.