Join Delores, MotherOwl, Mimi, Diane and me as we find -- or lose -- ours.
You, too, can have your poetic efforts read by an enormous audience, all of whom are VIPs (Very Intelligent People) and also very kind. Write a little or a lot; use the topic or not. It's fun! It's free! It's the kind of brain exercise that's recommended to help stave off dementia as well as skin problems, questionable life choices, and early onset heeby-jeebies, so why not give it a try? You may post your poem here in the comments or on your own blog; if you do the latter, please leave a comment so we know where to find you.
I will apologize in advance for the icky nature of this poem. The two words "marble" and "harble" (hairball) kept clanging around in my head, so when I thought of "Barb'll", I'm afraid the outcome was simply unavoidable.
A Tale of Barb And Her Cat
There once was a feline named Marble
Who often produced a large harble
He favoured the rug
And he looked very smug
And when asked who'd clean up, he said "Barb 'll!"
How about some funnies to help get over that image?
That's it for this week!
Next week's topic will be .......... SUMMER FUN ................... thank you, Diane!
Hope your week has lots of lols in it :)