There once was a friar named Willem
Who sat on some wild zanthoxylum*
“You @#!$%#!,” he thundered
So the other monks wondered
- prickly ash
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
There once was a friar named Willem
Who sat on some wild zanthoxylum*
“You @#!$%#!,” 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

There once was a woman named Sally
Who dreamed of going to Denali
Or to the moon
In a hot air balloon
To be honest, I don’t dream of going to Denali. Two of my children have been there and I guess it’s pretty amazing, but, for whatever reason, it doesn’t make my top ten
Top ten places I want to visit — off the top of my head, of course, because today is Saturday and I try to do Stream of Consciousness blather writing. Today’s prompt: scene. Each of these places is scenic. Does that count?
What a wacky list, right? Some are sites, some are cities, and some are countries. Some I’ve been to, some I never have, some I never will.
How about you? What’s on your list of places to see?
A fairy tale wolf named Reese
Was quite hungry and wanted to feast –
But which has more fat?
A child or a cat?
There once was a woman named Quincy
Whose gait I’d describe as mince-y
Pet pig by her side
And heart filled with pride
There once was a friendly porcupine
Who walked around thinking, Life is fine!
’til one dark summer night
He had such a fright
There once was a piper named Owen
Who on his bagpipes kept blowin’
…mmmmm… SCREECH skirling wail —
Stirs the heart of the Gael!
There once was a young dad named Noah
Who as he was getting ready to go-ah
Suddenly knew
He had something to do