Making An Impression
I think the time has come for me to render this confession.
I simply am no good at all at making an impression.
My hair is light, my skin is pale, I’m hard to see at all.
The only slight impressions I make are when I fall!
For SOCS, the prompt word is “impress.
Yay! Here’s this week’s Fibbing Friday: (Photo by Alex Dusa.)
1. What is a tandem? A liberal beach visitor.
2. What is a periwinkle? A cluster of age lines on a geriatric face.
3. What’s the difference between a pitcher and a ewer? One throws a ball and the other bawls at her lamb.
4. Who was Penelope Pitstop? (That should read “What Is Penelope Pit’s top?) It is her breasts, of course.)
5. What is pigeon toed? A pigeon, of course.
6. What is a toupee? A urinating duo.
7. What is carrion? Suitcases you take on the plane for free.
8. What is a milkshake? An allergic reaction to lactose.
9. What is a cockle? A very small rooster.
10. What is a choux bun? A breadroll fed to a chicken in Australia.
Many hats worn during a lifetime!!
Transmogrified!!
Let them peel away my layers to see what is inside.
By the time they’ve finally done it, I, I will be transmogrified.
For one year I was one thing and another year another––
not just the girl created by my father and my mother.
If I were all the things I was in my former years,
my observers would get whiplash as they watched me shifting gears.
I’d be a waitress or a film-maker, a teacher or a writer.
A traveler, a publicist and a poetry citer.
A lover, wife and stepmother, an auntie, sister, friend.
A granddaughter, a daughter–my titles never end.
In each guise, what was needed–a lover or a coach,
sometimes one to blame, at other times above reproach
I’ve lived in boats and houses, in motorhomes and more–
in huts formed out of cow dung with swept dirt for a floor.
So if you want to find a person who can be all she can be,
you can give up all your searching, for I’m saying, “Please, choose me!”
To transmogrify means to transform or change completely, especially into a different, grotesque, or humorous shape or form.
For dVerse Poets, the prompt is “Let Them.”
Nightmares and Dreams
Sighs like sirens in the night come knocking on my dreams,
centered in those lost places that slip between my screams.
Curses from the gods, perhaps, that seep in beneath doors
to still true thoughts of peacefulness and fill our dreams with roars
of lions and of cougars and other preying things
and all those fears of danger that each daily newscast brings.
Let our dreams instead be filled with thoughtful acts of friends,
that fill our lives with loving thoughts until this trial ends.
Our votes might end the terror, but what else is there to do
until true national sanity is restored anew.
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle, the prompt words are: sighs siren knocking still centered lost slip doors true screams beneath curse
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I’m not a whipper-snapper, nor a whipper-snapper’s son,
but I’ll try snapping whips when other whip-snappers are done!
Just hand over your whip and I’ll see what I can do,
but get out of my way lest I snap a whip at you.
Mind you, if I did so, it would be a whip-snap error,
but nonetheless with whip in hand, I think I’d be a terror.
So, though I’m not a whipper-snapper, nor whipper-snapper’s son,
to be a whipper-snapping-daughter might be a lot of fun!
The word of the day is Whipper-snapper. Try as I might, I couldn’t get AI to make a non-sexy whip snapper, so think not that I have illusions of this being an image of me!
Benediction
May your life be a pleasure from morning to night.
May your talents be many and your drawbacks be slight.
When you’re sharing a donut may you have the last bite,
without finding out later that your dress is too tight.
May all of your children be a delight.
May they not stutter or blunder or fight.
May they always be tidy, unwrinkled and right.
May they be clever and of adequate height.
May your fame be unblemished and your burdens be light,
so when your husband is high as a kite,
he will have the wisdom to stay out of sight.
As you may have guessed, the SOCS prompt is “may your…”
Image created with help of AI
Our test of wits for Fibbing Friday is:
1. What is a board room? The display area of a lumber yard.
2. Who usually has The Chair? Santa
3. What are minutes? The containers for seconds and the contents of the hours.
4. What is a projector used for? A. device for removing people from a meeting who are in favor of an issue you are voting against.
5. What is a CEO? Chief Egotistical Organizer.
6. What is a ‘stand alone?’ A display table from which the crown jewels have been stolen in the Tower of London.
7. What is a portfolio? A wine menu.
8. What is agenda? Male or female
9. What is a ‘sea of faces’? The mattress of a crib a baby has been left in for too long.
10. To what does ‘any other business’ refer? Any financial endeavor Trump is not yet invested in and so one due to be taxed more heavily .
Gadfly
Flitting about, here and there
to adjust your makeup, fluff your hair
no one could ever know or guess
how many times you change your dress
to achieve that casual look you flaunt–
like attention’s not the thing you want.
A gadfly free of care and stress
over how you look and dress,
No one would guess how carefully
you engineer the “you” we see.
The prompt for RDP is “Gadfly.”
(I just have to show you what AI came up with when I requested it make a picture just like the one above but with the girl a bit older:
Hilarious, no????
