Limericks were the order of the day again. Firstly, this was started last night, in between cursing:
Our lights started flickering madly;
I knew it was bound to end badly;
And soon, sure enough,
All out they did snuff’
And blank screen I stared at most sadly.
A candle is fine for a book,
And even at laptops to look,
But a modem for net
Candles never worked yet,
And so all my blogging was ‘stook’!
The men came to do the repairs
Just when it was time for upstairs,
So when lights came on
To bed I had gone:
A terrible state of affairs!
Then when I came to transcribe it, my mouse stopped communicating with the computer:
And now, for an encore, my mouse
Has just taken leave of the house –
I had to remove it,
Replug and reprove it,
Until it stopped having its grouse!
I edited our Garden Judges’ Newsletter today, and just for fun added this footnote:
Oh, being a good Garden Judge
Is just such a terrible drudge?
But given the measure
Of pleasure to treasure,
I’m sure that the time we don’t grudge!
Finally, just to prove that for a limerick anything goes, I chose to try writing one ending with the name of the capital of KwaZulu Natal:
A man hailing from Pietermaritzburg,
Renaming the place Heatacarrotsburg,
Likes roots that are cooked in his soup,
But not feathers, and simply won’t stoop
To a title like Meetaparrotsburg.
OK, so it’s pathetic – but you try and get any more sense than that out of such a word!
Tomorrow I will be frantically filling in for some who have had to drop out of garden advice sessions due to family visits or serious illness, so if I don’t see you through the day I’ll see you … through the monitor, but later! 🙂
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