Archive | January 2011
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When the scissors come home to roost
Have you ever found yourself without any scissors? Do you resort to buying more rather than searching where they may be? I recently have been doing some organizing and am suddenly inundated with scissors of days gone past. I was raised with the adage “A place for everything and everything in its place” and am […]
Tag, I’m it.
. . . My dear friend, Momma Bean of http://a-tale-of-three-beans.blogspot.com/, first buttered me up with a birthday poem, then tagged me with a get to know you better questionnaire. It’s a good way to make sure I do it, Momma. So here goes: 1. If you blog anonymously, are you happy doing this? If you […]
My Birthday – aka Write the Poet a Poem Day
I had the most perfect birthday with greetings from so many facebook friends and family that I lost count. I got several poems written to me as well. My absolute favorite was written by my sister Elaine who has been rhyming with me since our days of Dr. Seuss. We just never stopped, we have […]
A Birthday Limerick for Cari
Is today a special day? Very. It marks the birthday of Cari. If your wish be my command, May your day go as planned. Happy Birthday from your limerick fairy!
oneword success
Some say that the key to success Starts with how you may dress Comb your hair wash your face or you’ll be a disgrace and you don’t want to be a big mess. . . . . . . Lucky me. Yesterday I made a new friend. She’s a poet and clever too! She found […]
A Birthday Limerick for Kavita
My fellow blogger and poet Kavita celebrates her birthday each year at the stroke of midnight complete with fireworks. You would too if you were born on January 1st. She requested that I write her a poem on her birthday months ago, and this is my present to her. I haven’t actually met her, but […]
i’ve lost my sense of whimsy
i’ve lost my sense of whimsy and i don’t know where to find it if you see it walking down the road could you kindly please remind it to wander back into my life i vow i won’t confine it i’ll let it out in big guffaws i’ll even wine and dine it with jujubes […]
