Guess what I found beside the road!!
Amazing, isn’t it? Well … it didn’t exactly look like that when I found it. It was a little clump here and a big clump there. And there is enough allergy material there to warrant it staying outside. And after reworking the bouquet three times because the black-eyed-susans or whatever they are kept dying on me, I finally found the perfect spot to take them. I really badly wanted an old house but couldn’t think of where I could find one. When I went to take a few pictures at Joe’s place I remembered their barn.
Now Joe can once more tell Sadie “see… my barn is good for something” or something like that.
I’ll just tell him if he ever decides to tear it down to let me have that door and some rusted metal siding.
Now for a limerick by yours truly. My sincere apologies to limericists or whatever it is you call people who write limericks (poet, maybe?? ). You know me and poetry. We go together like water and oil. Almost. And my apologies to Tweeters or Twitterers. I know nothing about it but the name is unique. Kind of like snorkel. I love that word. Say it ten times. Doesn’t it give you such an odd mental picture. Okay, back to the limerick.
A twitterer exceedingly tweety
One evening remarked to his sweetie
A tweeter can tweet
Something nice and sweet
But he’s still a twit then, isn’t he?
Doesn’t that just warm your heart?
Yours ’til I come up with something more worthwhile to write about.