Category Archives: Humor

Another Friday, Another Flock of Fibs, May 30, 2025

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Photo by Elias Null on Unsplash                  

\for Fibbing Friday, the questions refer to movie quotes, but who could have said this?

1. “Lions, and tigers, and bears! Oh, my!” Noah
2. “Shut up – you had me at ‘hello.’” Ms.Parton, the first time she heard Louis Armstrong sing “Hello Dolly”
3. “Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?” Medusa’s hairstylist
4. “I’ll have what she’s having.” Adam
5. “It’s alive! It’s alive!” Eve, after Adam ate the apple.
6. “No man is a failure who has friends”. William Penn
7. “If you build it, he will come.” Hugh Hefner’s architect for the Playboy Mansion, to his carpenter, greatly overstating the matter.
8. “I feel the need, the need for speed.” Andy Warhol
9. “On Wednesdays, we wear pink.” Harvey Milk, in reference to his dress code
10. “Florals? For spring. Groundbreaking.” Johnny Appleseed, referring to his sideline.

Tell Me A Story, May 28, 2025

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Silly Girls, 1958

This is the “Tell Me A Story” prompt #3.  I know the true story of this photo. Can you make one up that is more interesting and put a link to it  in comments below? Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.

Keyboard Athlete, for Word of the Day, May 26, 2025

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Keyboard Athlete

Not a great sportswoman—champion of none.
I sport a camera when having my fun.
My skill is not measured in baskets or bases.
I score my points while clicking at faces.

Though I’m not the most physical person you’ll meet,
I do exercise caution when crossing the street.
My main lack of muscle tone’s merely because
My pushup experience is mainly in bras.

As you vault over hurdles and excel at tennis,
the extensions I do are less of a menace.
Though I’m not an expert at sprinting or jogging,
my fingers are well-toned through everyday blogging.

For the Word of the Day Challenge, the prompt word is everyday.

Bird Bath for One Word Sunday

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Bird Bath

Bird Bath

You bask in the sun as you crane to inspect
that bird in the water, demanding respect.

How odd that he has not one thing to say
and as you caw your challenge, doesn’t fly away.

When you bob your head at him, he bobs at you.
He’s an image of everything you choose to do.

Then, Mr. Raven, as you fly away,
So too does the other decide not to stay.

Just as you stage your sudden defection,
flying away with you is your reflection.

The One Word Sunday prompt is reflection.

For Fibbing Friday, May 23, 2025

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Click on photos to enlarge.

Today’s Fibbing Friday theme is “every day items redefined.”

1. Carpet. A dog that deports itself well in a car so gets to go along.
2. Flannel. What we called my Aunt Nellie who made the incredible custard we all loved.
3. Microwave. A very small, unenthusiastic flutter of the hand.
4. Timer. What the French call the sea just off the coast of Bangkok
5. Coaster. What you call it when Grandma lets two grandkids stir the pot on the stove at the same time.
6. Dish cloth. Slang word for the dress worn by a beautiful woman. (See my prior post…)
7. Bag. What be the main interest of a farmer.
8. Blender. Two often-used suffixes.
9. Grater. What the pit bull answered when his master asked him what happened to the cat.
10. Peeler. What you should offer to do for your girlfriend who spent 8 hours in the sun yesterday without sunscreen.

The Yellow Dress

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The Yellow Dress

When she wears it, worlds collide.
Men collect on either side.
Women seek her company.
Children seek to grace her knee.

Potentates, senators, kings
bring her necklaces and rings.
Scholars write her name in books.
Jealous women exchange looks.

There is hardly anything
that nature does not seek to bring.
Winds blow harder, streams divert
when she wears that saffron skirt.

The very heavens note where she went.
Tsunamis curl, volcanoes vent.
Soldiers line up to parade.
Mimes begin their mute charade.

Actors emote better to
this goddess in her sunny hue.
Mourning doves just bill and coo.
Old boyfriends seek her out anew.

Yet as she stands before her glass,
surveying both her front and ass,
her mate says, “Are you wearing that?”
and she surmises she looks too fat.

As she changes into basic black,
the lava cools, the seas hold back.
Her suitors cease their clamoring press.
She does not wear the yellow dress.

 

The dVerse Poets prompt was lemon yellow.

Puddle-Jumping for RDP, May 22, 2025

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Puddle-Jumping

Raindrops fall and splat and skitter,
bringing sheen and gloss and glitter.
In my dreams I hear them falling,
try to wake to heed their calling.
When exactly do I know
it’s time to leave my bed and go
outside to splash in rain-filled gutters,
ignoring Grandpa’s warning mutters
that I’ll catch a cold today
if I go outside to play?

He says it’s raining cats and dogs,
but all I find outside are frogs,
proving his idiom a lie
as nothing’s falling from the sky
but rain and blossoms from the tree
that stretches its limbs over me.
I make my way, laborious,
through mud and goo most glorious,
then reach the ditch and wash feet off
in the rushing water trough.

I see Grandpa watching me,
warm and dry and splatter-free.
But then he’s gone, no doubt to see
what’s playing now on the TV.
But, just as it begins to pour,
there’s Grandpa coming out the door!
Barefooted, he jumps in my puddle,
gives my shoulders a warm cuddle,
then repeats the old refrain
that this day is “Right as rain!”

For RDP the prompt is Gloss

“Tell Me A Story” (New Prompt. Please Participate!!)

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Can you furnish a better story for this photo for me? HERE is the pingback to include with your post to make sure we all see it.

Short Short Story

No place for a nap could be crasser or baser.
It’s clear that that beer was simply a chaser.
Overly tired, three sheets to the wind,
I think that this fellow is overly ginned!

What Ever Happened to Bobby Jerry? For Six Word Saturday

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I was going through my computer erasing duplicate files and found about 12 copies of this  letter my four year old sister Patti sent to my mother when she was in the hospital after having me. She dictated the letter to my 11 year old sister. A bit of a puzzle because she says she celebrated her birthday the day before so it must have been July 10 when she wrote it and I was born on July 3. Did they keep new mothers in the hospital for a week after delivery back then? At any rate, I love these lines, especially “I am glad I have a baby brother. I want to name it Bobby Jerry. Not Hazel! I don’t like that! (She had heard my dad say jokingly that if they had a girl, he wanted to name her Hazel.  Patti insisted I was a boy right up to the day they brought me home.

I also like the lines, “Oh, bumble bees is on flower to flower today,” and “a rose is getting purty good today.I am getting purty good today!”

I’m just surprised at the handwriting as Betty Jo, who wrote it for her, had immaculate handwriting by the time she was in high school.  I wonder if she wrote it in the car on the way to the hospital to pick my mom and me up. The nearest hospital was 60 miles from where we lived.

I can’t find a photo of Patti when she was four, but here we are when I was five or six and she was nine or ten. 

And, the plot thickens, for  70 year later, when I flew to St. Louis to visit Forgottenman, he met me at the airport with this sign!

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Last Straw for SOCS, May 17, 2025

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Last Straw

I’d make conversation but my upper plate
seems to be grinding my lower of late.
I fear there’s a fissure that’s preventing their matching
and somehow my back teeth just seem to be catching
and locking which creates a problem in chewing,
so eating’s another thing I won’t be doing.

I’m bungling everything done by my jaws.
At talking and eating I’m taking a pause.
For now I’ll just listen and watch you eat pie.
If you give me a straw, I’ll simply get by
by sipping my tea and nodding my head
in avid agreement with everything said.

I could have stayed home and stared at the wall,
but I couldn’t face not seeing y’all,
so I will just sit here and soak in the news,
forsaking my own chance to thrill and amuse.
Until I’ve seen my dentist, you’ll just have to wait
for the juicy story I was going to relate!

The SOCS prompt this week is “straw.”