A single smile is worth 10,000 luvyas.
Making a meal is like racing several cars around different courses and having them all cross the finish line together.
Bespoke is the word for the death of a toff
The commoners call it one-off
He claims from the drink he retired
In truth he was fired
Private jokes are fine, but the private jokes only you get are best left unspoken.
What’s worse: the person who won’t stand for any of your guff, or the one who, like an overgenerous banker, keeps giving till the day of reckoning?
May you discover your blind spots: physical, mental, or spiritual before whatever you never saw coming hits you.
To avoid panic in a bad situation, I think through all the steps down to the worst case scenario; which may have already arrived before I’ve completed my algorithm.
The oldsters look wise.
What’s the source of their pride?
Mostly they’ve grown
An extra thick hide
I hate platitudes and think that they suck
Who wants words of wisdom while running amuck
HAPPY EASTER DEAR READERS
Lots of great rhyming this week. Re: the "overgenerous banker" -- My Father used to quip, "You can stand at the door dispensing $20 bills at the end of each day, but the first day you stop, they will call you an SOB!
ReplyDeleteGratitude is the fertilizer of satisfaction. (A substandard quip)
A JOYFUL RESURRECTION DAY TO ALL!
Platitudes, pride, panic, private jokes and blind spots! Great additions! It’ll be fun to see how the Hudson Bay adds to the fun of what you say. GG
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