My Dad’s one foolproof diet that he used to quote to us entailed no calorie counting, no planning, mess or fuss. He said, “It’s very simple. Put just one thing in your mouth. Merely eat the north end of a duck that’s flying south!
Here’s to the letter “C” that marks what is in the middle. Somewhere between “A” and “F,” it has been known to fiddle. While “A” studies most diligently, “C” is bound to shirk. It has a certain phobia regarding too much work. It’s head and shoulders above “F” and far better than “D.” Nobody ever flunked a course by maintaining a “C.”
And yet it calls no sound its own. It’s either “K” or “S.” At birthday time, we’re given kake and winning brings suksess. We’re stopped dead in our trases. When we’re kissed, it’s a karess. Why “C” has no sound of its own, not one of us kan guess. When the sirkus komes to town, it’s happened onse or twise that the krokodiles eskape. It isn’t very nise.
Townfolks run and skurry—skared as they kan be, for katastrophes kan happen when krokodiles run free. It isn’t too konvenient, as you kan klearly see to be a kurly letter the likes of letter “C” that’s firmly in the middle, with no sound of its own. Does “C” dream of being “S” when it’s fully grown?
If you’ve never before heard of the phrase “on fleek,” get in line behind me. It was, however, the prompt word for the Ragtag Daily Prompt site today. In essence, it means perfectly done, exactly right; extremely good, attractive or stylish; sleek and perfectly groomed or styled. Examples: “Eyebrows on fleek.” , “Makeup on fleek”.
When her lash she chose to tweak, intent on its being on fleek, alas she tugged a bit too much and found that it escaped her clutch. In vain did she survey and stoop. The lash had landed in her soup. And shortly after she sought to seat it, she had the misfortune to eat it!