My streams of thought meet here
The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is MUDDLE
I could write about all the neurons misfiring in my brain these days, but instead I’ll respond with this newly minted limerick:
The players grouped round in a huddle
but soon found themselves in a muddle.
Some shouted “Defensive!”
and others “Offensive!”
But the babble just served to befuddle.
Ragtag Daily Prompt: SANGFROID
Fandango’s FOWC: INSTEAD
Of sangfroid she knows not a lot —
her temper has always been hot.
Her friends say she’s cooling
but they are just fooling;
instead she’s quit brimming the pot.
I’m spouting limericks today! Here’s my response to Fandango’s One-word Challenge: SERIES:
One day two young lads from Tangiers
got a series of serious sears.
While playing with matches
in dry grassy patches
they singed all their hair and their ears.
I’ve just read a couple of interesting articles and ensuing comments re: Writing prompts. Tanya at Salted Caramel asks in a recent post if her readers like responding to writing prompts. It’s an interesting article and generated a number of comments. Read it HERE.
Several bloggers have mentioned recently how they prefer it when posts aren’t too long and comments are brief (because there are often a couple dozen to read through.) One blogger says he rarely writes posts over 200 words. “Experience has taught me that the longer the tale, the fewer the readers.” Generally speaking, that’s true. So much is being offered on the internet smorgasbord that only the most interested or devoted readers will take the time to read long posts. I tend to skim through longer posts; I see from comments that other bloggers do, too.
Our Ragtag Daily Prompt today is HEALTH, a topic one could go on and on about these days, but I will heed the admonitions and keep it brief. Apart from the aches and pains of arthritis, I’m in fairly good health, thank you. 🙂
A couple of hours ago I looked out the window and saw that a jet had left a trail across our sky. From all appearances, that jet was NOT in the best of HEALTH. I quickly sat down and wrote a limerick about it:
The jet that flew over, belching, must not be too healthy, poor thing! Left behind such a squiggle, a bizarre sort of wiggle, you'd think it was on its last wing.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt word this morning is GNAW
A mouse, creeping out in the night,
found cat food, to his great delight.
He’d just started to gnaw
when this huge furry paw
launched the poor mouse on a flight.
The Word of the Day Challenge this morning is: GOBBLE
My response will be this limerick:
My best pair of socks, soiled at play went into the wash yesterday. Went in as a pair, but came out a spare, one mate gobbled up in the fray.
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