A World Remarkably Like Our Own
Osa didn’t understand Human the way that Tango did, but she knew a few words here and there.
For instance, she knew “¡Osa Mala!” meant “You have sinned against the gods”.
“¡No coma eso!” was what Juan usually shouted before prying her mouth open. It probably meant “You must offer me a piece of your food in reparation for this sin.”
The food gods were called Juan and Kimberly Rodriguez. They were benevolent gods. At least Osa thought so. Osa was a mutt. A mid-sized dog, with a face like a lab and the brown and black coloring of a German shepherd. Her large feet suggested that she still had some growing to do. She hadContinue reading “Osa and the Food Gods”
There once was a middle aged witch, Who got a rebellious twitch, She sold her old broom,For a car that went vroom. And then drove herself into a ditch.
I asked my four year old what to write a limerick about today. She said: “Pumpkin eating skeletons.” Here you go: They say skeletons are scary,And when passing one, you should be wary,But a skeleton’s only goal,Is to eat pumpkins whole.They seldom leave the cemetery. *Correction: I read this to my four-year-old and she toldContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: The Skeleton”
Everyone knows that witches like to eat children. Hazel and Thistle were no different. They were sisters who lived together in a house that stood on chicken feet. It wasn’t that they couldn’t eat other things. Sometimes they would eat bunnies, or chipmunks, or stroganoff, but children were their preference. Their home was in theContinue reading “The Fairy Tale Food Chain”
Happy Thursday! Here is your weekly limerick: There once was a clothes-wearing hawk. Who attempted to put on a sock. But her talons did tear, So she left her feet bare, And settled instead for a frock.
Here is your weekly limerick! I know a blogger named Dwight.* Who always insists he is right. If you counter his claims, He moans and complains!I think he enjoys a good fight. *I do not actually know any bloggers named Dwight. Such name was chosen because it rhymes with right. Any relation to actual bloggersContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: The Righteous Blogger”
There once was a literate frog, Who decided to start his own blog. Posts on how to baste flies, And make cockroach pies, Were hits with the folks in the bog.
Pizza was Ralph’s biggest vice. To abstain was his doctor’s advice. When temptation came, He could not refrain, And died while consuming a slice.
Happy Thursday: They say Californians are nice.It’s true, but they do have one vice. When they start to drive, You must fight to survive.Before getting a rental, think twice. What should next week’s limerick be about? Let me know in the comments. Challenges welcome.
The Fables of Para Sympan 