Tall Cool ☺ne and I hear V-ger, v-ger v-ger just about every morning while having our coffee. Not sure what kind of birds they are singing v-ger, v-ger, v-ger, but we joke about it daily. V didn’t want me to be creative today so I’m wing-dinging it. I thought about vomiting vicious and vindictive vocals and Tall Cool ☺ne mentioned vagina but those v-words just weren’t cutting it for me today. So in tribute to the singing birds and the Vulcan (may he rest in peace) here’s to the Voyager 6.
(But uglier than a mud fence)
To coin a phrase, it’s a dog eat dog world out there. Every cloud has a silver lining and every dog has its day. Mark my words the name of the game is not to jump on the bandwagon and just between you and me I don’t mean to flog a dead horse but I’ve got the gift of gab. A little bird told me half the battle is getting there but Rome wasn’t built in a day. It’ll all come out in the wash and to cut a long story short, the show must go on. Just for the record I’m not reinventing the wheel because you can’t teach an old dog a new trick, but face facts, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. So far so good … this a-z blogging challenge might be the greatest thing since sliced bread, no expense spared. This is a golden opportunity for the movers and shakers; the more the merrier and I’ll move the goalposts or bite the bullet because actions speak louder than words. The early bird gets the worm at the crack of dawn and I won’t drown in my sorrows if this is sour grapes. Not to put too fine a point on it but, lock stock and barrel this is a level playing field and let’s face it, I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck so let bygones be bygones. At the end of the day you can’t win them all in the rat race, and accidents will happen across the board. Give me a helping hand just for the record and share your favorite jewel in the crown of clichés. I’ll be waiting with bated breath.
I should tell you I’ve shared this before. I added a few more to the original post, but I thought it was a good “SHARE” for the letter S in today’s a-z blogging challenge.
While planting in the yard I noticed a hole,
Remote and camouflaged, near a kobold knoll.
The dirt was pulled out in a small little mound
Deep inside for a quadruped, a home had been found
Never would have noticed this queer tiny friend
But the roses were blooming and I needed to tend
When I peered into the ground two eyes peered back
I feared for my life this tetrapod would attack
I ran for a shovel but only found a rake
To fill the hole in the ground for everyone’s sake
I ran from the shed after a swig from the flagon
I returned to the hole and there stood a small dragon
At first I was scared but then I could see
He was just as frightened, even more so than me
He promised he’d be kind and wouldn’t hurt a soul
If he could just live in that hole down below
With contemplation and thought I finally agreed
In the garden he could stay if on the bugs he would feed
He pledged no flowers but only insects he would dine
Now I only see Quimby when I drink of the wine.