Shamefully nudged into posting....
I'd post more often if my life was exciting. So this post will have to suffice. (based on a true story)
My Day
I woke up this morning.
But I wasn't in my bed.
I was on a pirate ship.
It was called the Jolly Clancy.
But, oh no!
I have to work this morning.
So the ship dropped me off at Blockbuster.
Then I was visited by leprechauns riding unicorns.
But their movies were late, so they were mad.
I wish we could be friends.
Stupid blockbuster.
I prepped some movies.
Then I starred in one.
But it was boring.
So no one watched it.
So i fell into a deep depression.
and I cried.
Then I wrote a book about it.
It sold better than Dr. Phil's.
I was happy.
But then I had to work at Roche Brothers.
And swan-making trolls were rampant,
Using little boys as bait.
But, Ha!
I cannot be lured by such things.
I prefer older, more british men.
Even if they cannot make swans.
Butbut! Now I am a tattoo.
My phone can prove it.
And I came home.
To the pirate ship.
Yar! To the galley I went.
What a reception.
For a moment, I was a movie star again,
My entrance heralded by applause and cheers.
Except from the one I wanted most.
I was rebuffed.
So I was sad.
We made up.
I was happy.
He showed me my new quarters.
I have a ceiling now.
And a closet.
A nice ledge outside my window,
For errant pirates to sneak in;)
We chased stars together.
Well, I threw them and he chased.
Babies chasing stars are not as much fun.
But a little cuter.
And soon I shall climb into bed,
And I know.
Tomorrow will be even more fun than today.
And I will live happily ever after.
The End.
P.S. Mawy, are you happy? ;)
P.S. again. This is a true story.
My Day
I woke up this morning.
But I wasn't in my bed.
I was on a pirate ship.
It was called the Jolly Clancy.
But, oh no!
I have to work this morning.
So the ship dropped me off at Blockbuster.
Then I was visited by leprechauns riding unicorns.
But their movies were late, so they were mad.
I wish we could be friends.
Stupid blockbuster.
I prepped some movies.
Then I starred in one.
But it was boring.
So no one watched it.
So i fell into a deep depression.
and I cried.
Then I wrote a book about it.
It sold better than Dr. Phil's.
I was happy.
But then I had to work at Roche Brothers.
And swan-making trolls were rampant,
Using little boys as bait.
But, Ha!
I cannot be lured by such things.
I prefer older, more british men.
Even if they cannot make swans.
Butbut! Now I am a tattoo.
My phone can prove it.
And I came home.
To the pirate ship.
Yar! To the galley I went.
What a reception.
For a moment, I was a movie star again,
My entrance heralded by applause and cheers.
Except from the one I wanted most.
I was rebuffed.
So I was sad.
We made up.
I was happy.
He showed me my new quarters.
I have a ceiling now.
And a closet.
A nice ledge outside my window,
For errant pirates to sneak in;)
We chased stars together.
Well, I threw them and he chased.
Babies chasing stars are not as much fun.
But a little cuter.
And soon I shall climb into bed,
And I know.
Tomorrow will be even more fun than today.
And I will live happily ever after.
The End.
P.S. Mawy, are you happy? ;)
P.S. again. This is a true story.