Mud puddles, here I come
I’m more or less gone. I might get a chance to check email again…or I might not. I’m a bit in slow motion because of the cold meds. But I’ll be back Sunday. In the meantime, I’ll leave y’all with a limerick:
There once was a werebird guy
Who touched people, making them die
But one chick didn’t croak
And made him stiff as an oak
Read the book if you want to know why
October 5th, 2006 at 4:41 pm
Oh deary, deary me.
Mikhail was a bona fide raven
Who broke into Bridget’s safe haven
Soon he could tell
By touch, taste and smell…
Was she trimmed, or totally shaven?
Yes, I know, no relevance to the story at all… but come ON, I had a chance to use shaven in a limerick!!!
Let’s try again.
The raven collective was cursed
And Khail wanted them to disperse
They were called an unkindness
But Bridget done find this
One kind, a true lover - her first
You know, I think pairing, “unkindness” with “done find this” is quite possibly my finest hour….
October 6th, 2006 at 1:44 pm
bravo, bravo Anna.:nod:
October 6th, 2006 at 3:36 pm
Why thank you….
October 9th, 2006 at 9:48 am
I love it!