Tag: Just Because

Festive Limericks 2 Deck The Halls!

There was an old snowman named Frosty
Whose stature was less than lofty
He kept losing his nose
As the animals chose
This to eat and then to run off-ty

There is a young Angel named Hark
Who loves flying over the park
Though he loses his wings
When carollers sing
About Harold. He’s not a bright spark

One Christmas my True Love went mad
Which really isn’t that bad
But day after day
They sent all sorts my way
Too much? I’d say, just a tad!

There once lived a quiet young boy
Who asked for a particular toy
Which was quite a bummer
As he was a drummer
And his racket was oh such a joy

(Image from Pixabay)

Festive Limericks 1 Hohoho!

There was an old man named Santa
Who lost an expensive hamper
He searched high and low
Found it buried in snow
Intact but decidedly damper

There was a young reindeer named Rudolph
Whose bright nose made him somewhat a show off
The others did mock
However Rudy did shock
When he challenged them all to a glow off

These limericks at Christmas are tricky
You have to be careful and picky
With one single wrong word
You look like a turkey
Open to ridicule and folk taking the mickey

(Image from Pixabay)

White Rabbits! Dinging Merrily On High!

Happy December! December?!? December! White Rabbits.

It’s that time of the year again! So, the tree is up.

The garlands are strung (even more so on the Links Page – check it out!… and the other pages for that matter – so check them out too if you’re bored!)

The little garland has been lost again. There’s always one, isn’t there?

The header’s decorated.

And the Candle for Peace has been lit and is shining brightly once again. (The above candle will link to my Sharing the Light page where you can help yourself to a candle or two or three or four from there, if you so wish!)

This is a post for Six Word Saturday… although this week it is more like Six Picture Saturday! (And not a rabbit in sight!)

Letters To The Universe… The Getting Things Right Edition

Dear Me,
Oh, deary, deary me! Indeed… but wait! No need to be facetious, all things considered. You are doing perfectly fine just as you are. There is no need to control everything that happens. There is no need to understand the actions of everybody. There is no need to change your mind because somebody tells you to. You are fine just as you are. No… not fine. Perfect. Even with the flaws, you are still perfect.

Dear Storm Diana,
I’m confused. Did you blow through? Are you still blowing through? Did you blow hot and cold? If it was you on Thursday morning, your winds were very warm indeed… much too warm for this time of the year. But that said, you were a pleasant surprise.

Dear Cyclists,
I know that I cannot control a single thing that you want to do, but I can offer you a piece of advice, should you feel the need to take it (for your own safety more than anything else!) When you are riding on a dark evening, in the midst of ferocious winds and teeming rain, on a busy road, dressed in black, one-handed whilst speaking on a mobile phone, would it not be a good idea to turn your lights on? I think so. For your own safety, more than anything else.

Dear Cyclists,
When you finally turn your lights on, would it not be slightly more courteous to use the one which stays on all of the time for the other road users, rather than using the intense strobe light setting? Your flashing light momentarily distracted me as I was driving earlier and I could easily have not seen the cyclist mentioned in the previous letter. Luckily his lack of light made him stand out in the darkness, but only because his silhouette partially covered a sop window I was passing.

Dear Pedestrians,
Could you please let me know why, when you diagonally cross a road, ambling at a snail’s pace, you are always walking away from the direction of traffic that is moving your way? You seem to do so without a care in the world, even though you know that a huge motorised vehicle is just behind you.  When I was younger I was taught the Green Cross Code on how to cross a road, and still use those rules to this day. You may think me old fashioned, but that’s your problem!

Dear Christmas Decorations,
I’m loving seeing your colours springing up everywhere now that we are in the last few days of NOVEMBER.

Dear  Sleep,
You have been fabulous of late. Most refreshing and I (eventually) wake Feeling Good. I seem to be having strange dreams at the time the alarm goes off though, and in my blurry-eyed dream state it takes me a good half hour to realise it is the alarm that is sounding… even though I seem to subconsciously hit the snooze button every five minutes. Do you think you could look into this for me? I’d do it myself, but I’m just loving the sleep.

And Finally, Dear The News,
I’m going to have to stop watching you again. I am very confused with how you report your stories. One report you are pro ‘this’, and in the next you are against ‘that’. You love to report on people’s failures and downfalls, and seem to be constantly trickling worrisome messages embedded within your stories. You seem to relish on broadcasting state secrets and, in my opinion, you make the country look like a laughing stock showing how everyone is fighting for their version of Brexit. Sigh. I’d rather not know, but having said that, by watching your version of events I’m none the wiser anyway!

Thank you for reading,

P.S. Hello Blogland! Please don’t mind my wafflings in this week’s Letters. I’m just ironing a few things out, that’s all… least of all my brow, which for some reason is all the more furrowed. Next week, I shall write letters to more light-hearted recipients. We do prefer light around here, don’t we?

Happy Weekend!