Into Haikus?


Is anyone out there into Haikus? A haiku is a Japanese poem made up of three lines. The first line consists of five syllables; the second line, seven syllables, and the third line five syllables. Each line relates to the other to depict a statement of some kind. For instance, here’s one I wrote a few years ago after tasting red snapper for the first time.

Dinner was superb

Red snapper on the menu,

Tasty on the tongue.

And here’s one I wrote yesterday after being hacked.

The happy hacker

Is missing his common sense

What a nincompoop!

I find it fun and brain teasing to come up with these little three liners. I’d love if someone would send me one of their haikus.

Happy Saturday.

Fun With Alliteration


I’ve had a love affair with alliteration since childhood. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, and she sells sea shells by the sea shore were my first introduction to this fascinating literary device.

Seeking new outlets to keep my mind active during this Covid thing I came up with a few fun examples of my own yesterday, but first, the definition of alliteration: the occurrence of the same letter or sound at the beginning of adjacent or closely connected words. So, here goes:

Sonic sounds shattered the still silence.

Her peerless posture presented a perfect pose.

Apples and avocados are added flavors in a salad.

Birds, bees, and butterflies beautify nature’s norms.

The sweet, sticky toffee titillated Tilly’s taste buds.

I’ll leave it at that for today but don’t be surprised if I come back again to have more fun with alliteration. Want to give it a try?

Happy Saturday.

Riddled With Fun


Here are a few brain teasers to move your day along. Happy Saturday.

What has teeth but cannot bite?
What has 4 legs but cannot run?
What has a thumb and 4 fingers but is not a hand?
What has many keys but can’t open a single lock?
What is in bed but never sleeps?
What can break without being held?
What has words but never speaks?

Answers: a comb, a table, a glove, a piano, a river, a promise, a book

Compliments of Google.

A Riddle for a Saturday


I have always liked riddles and used to be pretty good at solving them. However, my eighty-three-year-old brain sometimes lets me down, so this morning I was happy to solve this one from Pinterest within ten seconds. Have fun! Happy Saturday.

Happy Saturday, everyone - The Windsor Local

A Broader Range


While watching the birds go about their busyness of finding food this morning, this poem formed in my mind about how some things never change and how some things do.

A BROADER RANGE

As the birds were having breakfast

tiny bugs were being eaten,

floors were being swept

while rugs were being beaten.

The men about their business

were bringing home the pay

while women reared the children

whose job it was to play.

Birds still eat bugs for breakfast

the housework still gets done

the men still go to business

the children still have fun.

The moral of the story is

though some things do not change

the women in society

have gained a broader range.

More Saturday Fun


Sometimes I just can’t help myself when it comes to sharing. Here are some more jokes I found on the Internet. Happy Saturday.

Did you hear about the cheese factory that exploded in France? There was nothing left but de Brie.

What do you get from a pampered cow? Spoiled milk.

Why don’t ants ever get sick? Because they have little anty bodies.

What’s the difference between a poorly dressed man on a unicycle and a well-dressed man on a bicycle? Attire

What did one toilet say to the other? You look flushed.

My boss just texted me: “Send me one of your funny jokes!” I texted him back: “I’m busy working. I’ll send one later.” “That’s hilarious,” he said. “Send another one!”

What is worse than raining cats and dogs? Hailing taxis!

Why aren’t koalas actual bears? The don’t meet the koalafications

Where do beef burgers go to dance? The meatball.

What’s orange and sounds like a parrot? A carrot

No groans please.

Fun with Oxymorons


ox·y·mo·ron
noun

I’d love to be in on it but include me out.

The deafening silence was heard by all.

It’s an open secret that I love jumbo shrimps.

I’m clearly confused by passive aggressive behavior.

If you fall and break your legs, don’t come running to me.

I’m not sure but I can give you a definite perhaps.

Thank God I’m an atheist.

It’s absolutely impossible, but it has possibilities.

You get the idea; now you can have fun with oxymorons too, or you may accept to decline the suggestion.

At Your Wits End?


Surely many of us are at our wits end having coped with the Corona Virus for many weeks. Have you ever wondered where that phrase came from…wits end? Believe it or not, it comes from the Bible. I’ve been reading the Psalms this month and read this in Psalm 107:27: They reeled and staggered like drunken men; they were at their wits’ end. And verse twenty-eight goes on to say, Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress. 

It’s fun to learn where different sayings originate and it’s reassuring to know that God will bring us out of our distress. Happy Wednesday.