Don’t mock owls, especially if you are lower on the food chain. There once was a featherless owl. Who was
If an unverified internet source, Suggests you enroll in a course. This must be ignored, Or you will be floored,
There once was a paranoid chicken. Conspiracies made his heart quicken. Though the goats and the swine, Told him things
Seriously, do you know what they are capable of? A delinquent who called himself Hue, Tried to murder an innocent
A poem from the heart: No wise man would willingly choose, To spend quarantine watching the news. When hosts and
The Thursday limerick has returned! Hope you enjoy this five verse cultural commentary: There was a philosophy grad, Who insisted
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.”
“Good morning, Samantha,” Karen greeted as she made her way down the stairs. Karen was a kindly senior who wore
The food gods were called Juan and Kimberly Rodriguez. They were benevolent gods. At least Osa thought so. Osa was
An octopus scurried over the sandy sea bottom. She was deep in thought, wondering if such a thing as free