THE BOWLING BALL AND THE POPSICLE

February 20, 2017

The bowling ball and the popsicle met on the path to the palace.   Said the bowling ball to the popsicle, ‘Would you believe that my name is Alice?’   Said the popsicle to the bowling ball, ‘Why not if you so say?’   ‘Because,’ replied the bowling ball, ‘my actual name is Fay.’   […]

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THROAT

February 15, 2017

throat danger the marsh hen stirs a clever foe in hiding takes aim throat pierced

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HAROLD BAFFINGTON PENDULUM STEED

February 11, 2017

Harold Baffington Pendulum Steed possessed everything he ever would need. A bowl, a pencil, an owl, and a bead, a long thin potato and a spiced pumpkin seed, and a river of gold nurtured the greed of Harold Baffington Pendulum Steed.

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SPICY PANGOLIN

February 7, 2017

spicy pangolin twice infused reverent frosted coldly calculating yet indifferent to time i harvest your soul

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LIMERICK TIME

February 4, 2017

There once was a politician who used to be a physician. When asked why he changed, he said, ‘I’m deranged, which is why I sought this position.’

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STATUS

January 25, 2017

first the tomato second the insurrection third the platter with its leaf of lettuce fourth the aftermath fifth death wearing its starched apron

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LOOMING

January 2, 2017

childish behavior is to be expected from children experts agree from a president-elect of the united states? looming catastrophe

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PRINDELILAH HASTINGS

December 28, 2016
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Prindelilah Hastings never was in sight. She hid all day under hay and crept out in the night. She always carried a jar of tar and a stick with which to write, ‘Prindelilah Hastings was here! Oh yes! That’s right!’  

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THE WINTER SOLSTICE LIMERICK

December 21, 2016

When tilted away from the sun Up north we have lots of fun We dance in the dark And lark in the park Until, exhausted, we’re done

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RACE

December 12, 2016

i raced the river the river raced me to the sea i tripped over a boulder hurt my left shoulder the river ran by why river not i? in triumphant swallow to be consumed by the sea alas, ’tis not to be

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