Scribbles on Scraps

Hello Fellow Bloggers,

Are you an organized type, with all your files in order? Or are like me, jotting down ideas in small notebooks and notepads, then stashing them away in a “To Be Finished” bin, to wait for that “round-to-it” miracle? In a way, it’s like having cookie or bread dough in the freezer, waiting to be thawed, shaped and baked. As is, it’s inedible, but too easily stored “for future use.”

Note.Open Clip Art.pngI’ve been going through my scrap bits of scribbles again, pondering whether to chuck or post them. At any rate, it’s TIME to make some decisions. Life is sliding by and the pile keeps growing. I need to take my pick in hand and work away at this paper peak.

One of the first things I found was this groan-worthy limerick scribbled one day when I was in the mood to do limericks. Not satisfied after 4 or 5 tries, I stashed the verse for future improvement.

A TALE Of TWO FLEAS

On the pup’s tail two fleas hung on tight
which gave its young mistress a fright.
When she grabbed the hammer
the dog did a scrammer;
there’s worse things in life than a bite.

Limericks Are Poems Too

A tribute to poetry, such as I’m doing during National Poetry Month, must include these witty little verses. I was surprised yesterday to discover, as I looked through my new/used book, The Best Loved Poems of the American People, that a limerick well known to most of us was written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

There was a little girl, she had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead;
and when she was good, she was very, very good,
and when she was bad she was horrid.

Now I’ll try my hand at one. Grab the air freshener. 😉

A hermit who lives by the zoo
claims bathing is no good for you.
“And if y’re really healthy
yer neighbors should smell ye
before ye come into view.”