Not sure what Limburger cheese thinks about how its odiferous essence affects diners, but I have heard that if you can get past the smell, the cheese itself is delightfully nutty and sweet! Adding “Try Limburger cheese at least once before I die…even if it kills me!” to my bucket list. heehee!
A Cheesy Limerick
From the Duchy of Limburg, now Liège hails a much controversial cheese though it smells like foul feet it tastes nutty and sweet slap a slice between rye if you please!
I had just logged out of my work computer, sat down to watch a bit of mindless TV while my dog’s tilapia baked in the oven. Okay, yes I cook for my dogs. Vet’s orders…though… well that’s another story it’s for my sweet Winston who refuses to go out in the rain to do his business without his raincoat Winnie, who has a special blankie and needs to be tucked in at night
anyhoo… where was I?
just finished work got two trays of tilapia into the oven fed the cats (don’t think i mentioned that or the cats) got Winston dressed in his raincoat so he could take a wee plopped down on the recliner sofa in the den turned on a movie then THIS popped up on the big screen…
what follows next is the conversation i had with some AI beaming in via satellite from a galaxy far, far away no doubt just sayin’
been a rough week only Tuesday, you say? rough week
Something’s not quite right. You’re telling me…wait!? How did you know?
Your receiver has not been reset in a while. Well that would explain a few things. It’s been a few years, hasn’t it? What with pandemics, government coups (attempted, alleged, your everyday tour group gone amuck in DC), inflation, wars, mass shootings, crazy people, two presidents (well, one just thinks he’s still the president…and people believe him!) mean, really nasty, hateful people, I must say I don’t miss being out there I don’t miss the office, the gossip, the backbiting, the hour-long commute i thought i was doing fine, adjusting to isola…i mean solitude but maybe it’s affected me just a bit more than i realized
To prevent your system from becoming unstable… Hey! No need to get personal bud!
…and to ensure you have the latest programming and software updates…. great hook! i’m listening… let me guess three easy payments of $9.95, free shipping and double this offer so i can share it with…
…your receiver will be reset in 45 seconds. Ha…wish it was that easy. You’re right. Something’s not quite right…
Most resets take less than 5 minutes. … … … well, i just spent 45 seconds in a conversation with my television i’m not sure 5 minutes is gonna cut it
think i’m gonna go unplug
the microwave just in case
NaPoWriMo 2022 - Day 5 Prompt: write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature.
I had fun with this one. Don’t know if it’s a poem…or on topic, but i had fun! 😊
1-This particular ritual is best practiced late evening, an hour or two before bed.
2-First, you must find the leather-bound journal with thick rough-edge, no-line pages that you bought at the mall bookstore on black Friday as a holiday gift to yourself.
2-Rip the cellophane off gently, and fan the pages so you can feel the slightest puff on your face. Close your eyes while savoring the woody aroma of each leaf from cover to cover. Run your fingers along the smooth outer sheath releasing wafts of warm leather.
3-Now fetch your fountain pen with blue peacock resin piston and fine gold nib from the bottom of last year’s purse. You know the one, on the shelf in the walk-in closet, next to the guest towels.
3-Run warm water over chamber to tip letting the ink bleed through your fingers; watch it swirl ‘round the drain of your white porcelain sink.
4-Unpack a fresh cartridge of serenity blue ink and load it into the barrel, popping it into nib unit.
5-Ready-set-not so fast! You need to set the mood…candlelight - one or two candles, three even better.
6-Set the diffuser to continuous flow. Add a drop or two of your favorite essential oil.
7- Make yourself a cup of jasmine tea with honey, and settle into your writing spot.
8–Write the date on the upper right corner of the first page or your journal.
11-Give your poem at least an hour to percolate.
12-If it is dawdling, curse the Muse, blow out the candles one by one, turn off the diffuser, place your writing instrument diagonally across your notebook, lock the outer doors and settle into bed.
13-When, at 3 am, the witching hour, you are roused from a deep slumber, words spinning, bouncing off the sides of your skull…before your brain turns to mush. grab your smart phone and tap the words onto the screen. This is your poem.
morning the dog ... -gotta pee, gotta pee, maybe a poop -eat breakfast, yum yum yum -must have a belly rub or two or three...don’t stop hooman, don’t stop! -take a nap
the cat ... -sit on hooman’s face to wake them up, or finish them off... -on second thought, i need sustenance after the night i’ve had chasing bugs... -let them live...for now -eat breakfast —watch birds outside from the window seat
afternoon the dog ... -gotta pee, gotta pee, maybe a poop -have a treat, yum yum yum -chase the cat -bark at the delivery truck -lick hooman’s face -take a nap
the cat ... -spend a few hours sunning -check in on the hooman who needs to be reminded to take a break now that they work from home and NEVER LEAVE -walk in front of the work screen -type a secret message -shred paper on the desk -hack up a fur ball on the keyboard -toss the so-called mouse on the floor -disappear until dinner
evening the dog ... -gotta pee, gotta pee, maybe a poop -lay on the kitchen floor under the hooman’s feet to supervise dinner making -after one more pee and poop, eat a night night treat. yum yum yum -snuggle up close with my hooman for a good sleep i loves my hooman
the cat ... -loudly remind hooman it’s dinner time -sit on hooman’s head at tv time -after lights out, guard the end of the bed from toe monsters under the covers -wretch loudly several times during the night -race up and down the hallway -sing the song of the night -watch hooman sleep tomorrow hooman...tomorrow
Had some fun for today’s NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 9 Prompt: write a poem in the form of a “to-do list.” The fun of this prompt is to make it the “to-do list” of an unusual person or character. It’s not really a poem, but they say write what you know…
there seems to be no end in sight conspirators wait at the gate provoked by lies, aroused by hate sycophants brace for one last fight while others try to do what’s right we wait, we angst, we bite our nails, holding our breath, we can’t exhale but it will all be over soon we’ll soon be rid of this buffoon with any luck he’ll land in jail
the cold air is thin naked tree limbs poke the sky leaves fall letting go
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