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I'm the OTHER Chuck Norris
The probate judge job should be mine ( Read more... ) -
This one's too late for the raking leaves prompt...
...but I thought I'd share it anyway. Hope that's okay.
When the weather starts to cool in the States
Down under it's in May that equates
We have Christmas in sun
When snow we have none
The only thing that's the same is the dates! -
This week's prompt is Elections
Every few years we get to put a small piece of paper into a box in order to decide which of the various people available to represent us in government is the least unsuitable. Welcome to Democracy.
Get writing! -
Sweeping The Leaves limericks poll
This week we've been writing limericks about sweeping leaves.
Don't sing while raking by karaohki
While raking the leaves in my yard
singing loudly, with sheer disregard
for my poor neighbors' ears
I had brought them to tears
they threw rocks at me - now I'm all scarred.
Starring role by kazzibeeWhile sweeping the leaves from my yard ( Read more... ) -
Don't sing when raking
While raking the leaves in my yard
singing loudly, with sheer disregard
for my poor neighbors' ears
I had brought them to tears
they threw rocks at me - now I'm all scarred. -
(Untitled)
While sweeping the leaves from my yard
I thought "if only i'd starred
in a blockbuster flick
I'd be rolling in it
instead of working so hard" -
In what alternate universe?
While sweeping the leaves in my yard
I came up against something hard.
To my shock I discovered
I'd somehow uncovered
A statue of Jean-Luc Picard.
(I'm sorry, but it's late and I'm tired...) -
Stop That! Ouch!
While raking the leaves in my yard
I was wishing it wasn’t so hard
When a cheeky gray bloke
Chittered high in my oak
And with acorns my head did bombard. -
This week's prompt is "While sweeping the leaves from my yard"
The season is changing, the nights are drawing in and the leaves are turning to red... and falling in unsightly piles all over the garden. Can we get this place tidied up a bit?
Get writing! -
This week's prompt is Teenagers
Teenagers, eh? Seems like only yesterday they were just this high and cute as a button; now they're making up their own words, dressing weird, talking back to their parents... I mean, did we carry on like that at our age? Did we? (What's that, Mother...? Oh, we did? Oh. Damn.)
Get writing!