If you’re an avid planner—an agenda sort of man, life seems to have a fondness for screwing up your plan. Ideology is fine so long as you take note that fate seems to have other schemes than life lived out by rote.
Providence is naughty. It thinks irony is divine. It likes to move our decimal points, nudge columns out of line. It screws around with calendars, plays jokes with weather, too. It messes up your Windsor knot, conceals one favorite shoe.
It messes up collections and puts them out of sequence. confuses medication in its timing and its frequence. So if life changes all the rules once you think that you’ve won, learn what it seeks to teach you: spontaneity is fun!
Prompt words today were collection, avid, ideology and plan.
Change not a hair of thy fair head if it be for me. I like you just as you are now from pate to chin to knee. Your shins, though, are too shinny. Your ankles too well-turned. Your heels? Shockingly callused. Consider yourself spurned.
It’s an exquisite loss, your going away, and it’s also timely, I’m given to say. You may find it inane that I’m saved while you’re lost, but it’s true that some friendships come at a cost. You’ve departed, it’s clear. This I so plainly see, but your leaving has given me something back: me!
Prompt words today are timely, inane, lost and exquisite.
Her ebullient nature sometimes seemed a little cloying. Others less endowed with cheer could find it most annoying. It seemed that her ambition was to slipcover the earth with a shell of levity—a monologue of mirth. That others didn’t seem to have her appetite for humor based on romance serials and hearsay and on rumor didn’t seem to faze her. Her allusions’ rarity coupled with her seeming lack of storytelling clarity fazed her not a bit. Though no one else seemed to be buying it, she kept on unrelentingly with her “pie in the sky” ing it.
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Prompt words today are ebullient, ambition, clarity and appetite. Here are the links:
I’m stymied by your crepitus. Your embouchure’s divine. If you don’t have your own tune, would you harmonize with mine? Your tonality is breathtaking, your rhythm right on beat. Your syncopation’s perfect. I fear I can’t compete. As we play, our joints keep time. My knees snap, crackle, pop. If our music were to lead to love, you’d have to be on top!
The prompt words today are crepitus, stymie, breathtaking and embouchure.
Kids say immaturity is not all it’s cracked up to be. First, they have no salary, and as of yet, ice cream’s not free, so they depend on you and me to determine when ice cream will be!
We tell them not to climb that tree and put restrictions on TV. We tell them that they have to pee on potty chairs, not Grandpa’s knee. We tell them they must walk, then see each lurch and fall and laugh with glee.
Imagine notoriety based on what one’s foibles be. Kids’ natural spontaneity— their need to roughhouse, smash and flee is often quashed, you will agree, with all those in authority!
It’s tough to be a kid, you see, given their great temerity. So grant a bit of charity. Recognize the disparity between what we’d like kids to be and their genetic heredity!
Homecomings call for clemency and memory that is short, for when a sailor comes back home to his favorite port, he doesn’t like returning to atone for past mistakes. He’d rather do his penance for the new ones that he makes.
This isn’t any riddle, no mystery is involved. It’s simply that some other bad habits have evolved. He finds he cannot take the time to mend what he’s forgotten when he has so many other newer habits ill-begotten.
The prompt words today are homecoming, clemency and riddle.