Hello everyone. Well, as I’ve said before it’s National Poetry Month and here I’ve missed posting for two days, being busy sewing this week. I’ve had this limerick ready so I’d best post it now, lest I fall farther behind.
Three buskers on stilts did essay
to entertain crowds one fine day.
Intending to dance,
they started their prance
but their legs got in each others’ way.
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge: VACILLATE
The potentate did vacillate
when his agents discovered the spy.
Should they banish the knave
and risk a shock-wave?
Decisions, decisions — oh, my!
There once was a bumbling detective
whose reading of clues was defective
but located his crook
secreted in a nook
with a cell phone call very directive
News item: Police were searching the house for a criminal who was well concealed behind a wall panel. They may never have found him if his cell phone hadn’t started ringing.
Bad Hair Day
For my life at the lab I’m quite glad
but there’s one thing that does make me mad:
when they try some new hair spray
I get this bad hair day.
And they’re saying that this is a fad!