Wordle 251 using my usual self-imposed rules of words in order, adding as few as possible, and rhyming:
Hung less high made the painted fish,
Upon their screen of the finest cloth,
Enter sight last, as was the wish:
Above, flowers burn, butterfly o’er moth,
For the blooms took all the colours bright …
But the striking fish were subtly white.
My Word! Even though my Power Point can Excel, my Outlook is bleak and I’ve been thrown out of Office!
My Office program never really got on with MS 10 when I downloaded it, and has been increasingly crabby and argumentative ever since. Finally it has gone into revolt, so tomorrow I will *sob* have to purchase and download a 2016 edition. Hopefully that will enable me to put in a more regular appearance here than of late. It is painful to have to spend hours watching a whirling wheel whenever on internet. Of course the suspense of waiting to see if there will be a result or a timeout every time ‘Enter’ or ‘Send’ is pressed might be regarded as entertaining – but, then, it might not.