Every Monday is Poetry Monday.
Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings
and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the
prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is
taking a break for health and relaxation, travelling the world with her husband as far as we can tell.
We just hope she's going to take back over once she returns home again.
I
have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of
others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
Half - if not more - the fun
of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
Funny - I'm not very funny today, but then I remebered this verse ... it is funny and it even contains the word funny.
I eat my peas with honey;
I've done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on the knife.
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Up and coming:
February 10: Funny (today)
February 17: Fidgety
February 24: Fluffy
March
3: Station
March
10: Ghost
March
17: Steam
March
24: Orange
March
31: Turn
I remember that verse and I also remember the first time I heard it I wanted to try peas with honey. They were awful! I went back to peas with just a touch of melted butter and eaten with a fork or spoon.
SvarSletI never tried, but I'm sure I'd vastly prefer them with butter and salt. For long I wondered why the author had to keep the peas on his knife. Not until years later, where I read about somebody in pioneer times eating off their knife did I understand. In Denmark it is a no-no to put your knife in the mouth.
Slet