Or something. Time has passed. Once again, we are unfamiliar with a schedule. And so it goes.
Make of this what you will, friends. I hope the approach of Spring brings forth from your able minds the story of this particular bit of your lifetime. If not, then limericks are always fun.
Copyright © 2008 by Gordon L Wolford
11 comments:
I'd like to report that I'm done
and this challenge has been the most fun.
But that's not the case,
I won't write in haste.
I'll wait 'til the voices are one.
Dave - an excellent start! :)
I liked this picture. Mine is up.
I did it again and wrote two.
I guess it's just something I do.
I must get a life,
I've now lost my wife
But I did find my missing shoe.
Am I too late to join in? I hope not, but it will likely be tomorrow night before I could do it. Love the picture!
My virgin submission be here. I feel so wonderfully soiled.
Here's mine: http://pioden.wordpress.com/
Buzzardbilly, why do I wonder about the "soiling"? ;~0 Welcome
What the hell, I'll toss a limerick in, too:
I ran fast as I could past the goat,
And almost fell into the boat,
It rocked and it rolled,
So I heaved and I pulled,
And rammed us straight into its throat!
The setting and surrounding story, I'll leave to you imagination!!!
Damn it, a typo -
I ran fast as I could past the goat,
And almost fell into the boat,
It rocked and it rolled,
As I heaved and I pulled,
And rammed us straight into its throat!
Silly how a key word can change the meaning! (so/As in line 4)
Mmkay - I did one too. Yes, it's late.
SHUSH.
I had a draft, only a beginning really, but following Tiff's examble, I muscled Morn through.
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