Poetry that Rhymes
And flows. And builds a bridge. And inspires:
Take from the taking.
Love for the making.
Undergrads baking.
Take breaks from braking.
Don’t ride the clutch.
I got skills.
Bald, battered bombers battered Baltimore.
But I was long gone.
Custer caused carnage in Carthage.
‘Cause he thought I was there. Wasn’t!
Demons dive determinedly down on Detroit.
Don’t tell ‘em you’ve seen me.
Evil evacuates each eve of Easter.
Even then, I ain’t afraid.
Forests fall and footballs are fumbled.
Far be it from me to fear.
G is the seventh letter of the alphabet!
Get me some grub!
Quick poetry reeks, as one hereby observes.
But quick, reeking poetry this Tuesday deserves.
Quotopia
Freshly-picked quotes from the ol’ reference collection:
How dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Online Museum of the Week
Pimp My Bookcart:
Rhyme Time!
One clue whose answer consists of two rhyming words:
There’s a yard sale at the monastery. Let’s go rummage through some…
Highlight here for answer: [monk junk]
Paw Prints
Pics of Southpaw, his environ, and his interweb:
Paw meets Piñata on Cinco de Mayo! Thanks again, David, Molly, and Veronica!
Thank you, come again!
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