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A threader had dared people to write a poem using the word socks.
I came up with this :
My socks fell round my ankles
As the elastic was worn
It’s really not a good look
And I should have sworn
But I was in an interview
Trying for a job
So I hid my legs very quickly
And decided to shut my gob!
Very silly I know! Hope you laugh!
List 30 things that make you happy.
Cats,
Cats in hats
Cats on mats
Cats in sunshine
Cats on chairs
Felines
Jaguars
Tigers
Lions
Pumas
Leopards
Multiple cats
Pussy cats
Kittens
Toms
Queens
Ginger cats
Tuxedo cats
Maine coone cats
Tortoise shell cats
Black and white cats
Civit cats
Snow leopards
Wild cats
Devon Rex
Cornish Rex
Sphinx
Black cats
Moggies
Lynx
(not that I’m obsessed).
I once saw a pig so square
And it’s body was very bare
Not a hair on its chin
It was a real sin!
But clearly it didn’t really care!
Today I carried on with my self portrait. But I’d found a googly eye on my table so. I added it to the painting and laughed!
I frequently get games popping up in adverts on my phone and sometimes they say they will measure your IQ?
I just played a game where you ‘unscrew’ bolts that hold a building together. You have to rotate the building in 3d to find the bolts, and also you have to chose the correct colours to remove so that they slot into three matching coloured holes at the top of the page.
I started and kept going to the end, when the counter for IQ got over 120 I was surprised, but as I removed the screws it kept increasing (it didn’t get more difficult). When it finally got to 600 at the end of the game my scepticism peaked!
Silly game, just a test of hand eye coordination.
I love my little notebook, getting filled up with sketches and doodles and bits of writing prompts. This bird recently appeared squeaking and squaking (odd word spelling I know) on the page. With this drawing comes memories of drawing odd bits when I was a child. I used to try and draw butterflies and moths and horses too. It is about learning to draw and freeing your imagination. Art is life!
During one choir performance we all had to get out a kazoo and play along with the song we had been playing. I’ve had it in my bag ever since and when I fished out my sketchbook today I found it again so I seranadedvthevart group with tunes like the starwars theme, Dr Doolittle, the Bare necessites and a few others. I had everyone in stitches.
By the way I looked up the spelling of kazoo. AI SAID:
The correct spelling of the musical instrument is “kazoo“. The word refers to a simple, handheld musical instrument that produces a buzzing sound when the player hums into it, according to Dictionary.com.
She wasn’t going to watch the Olympics in Paris, it was on the TV but she knew if she watched her countries athletes they would lose.
In the last games she had watched assiduously and each and every player had come to grief. The swimmer hit her head on the wall as she tried to tumble turn. The cyclist had a puncture, the gymnast got tangled up in the rings. No she could not watch.
But then, the first days results were on the news. There were mishaps galore. Maybe it wasn’t her mental influence that was causing disasters? She realised she should watch, and enjoy. She didn’t realise that it was an alien who had infiltrated her countries team. Until he left they were jinxed. He was investigating the emotion despair and this was merely a scientific experiment for him.
List 10 things you know to be absolutely certain.
I know that apples fall down off trees.
I know cats are devious creatures!
I know bats don’t always live in belfry.
I know cheese can be put in a curry.
I know time seems to move forwards.
I know there are no Elephants on Mars.
I know Wales is different to whales.
I know that salt does not taste like sugar.
I know I like to watch the sky at night.
I know I don’t know about a lot of things!
I wanted to create a list that wasn’t contentious, that could almost be a poem, that I didn’t have to type out my working out, and I hope people will find humerous.
I actually wrote some 3 minute plays for the Titchy Theatre at the weekend.
One was based on Samuel Becketts “Waiting for Godot”, but my version was “Waiting for Gordon”.
The idea was that two cooks are standing outside the village hall waiting for Gordon Ramsey to come and judge a cookery competition.
First they see a man walking up the hill, but it can’t be Gordon as he’s wearing a cowboy hat and carrying a guitar. The contestants realise it’s a local man and that guitars are not cookery implements, those are called banjos!
Then they see someone else, but although he’s carrying a suitcase and has blond hair and looks like Gordon, he goes into a local bed and breakfast hotel and is not the famous chef.
One of them confesses that they are not sure if Gordon is coming today or tomorrow and cannot check as they don’t have Gordon’s agents phone number.
Finally they ask what time it is and realise that their pavlova will be ruined and their Victoria sponge will be burnt. The final line is “oh well, we will have to come back tomorrow!”
I actually got a few laughs (the script was better that the explanation, and the actors helped make it funnier!)
Mallaband-Brown