Day: May 27, 2022

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Mystery Sound: Compilation 5/27/2022

Already in a hackly mess the wood began to break
A yellow honey oozing out, real honey or a fake?
The noise began as a soft hum, a crack in silent air
Bonhomie was following, technology was left bare
A fracture in cacophony, suspicious ’bout the sound
but nothing here was making noise, no evidence was found.

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Fibbing Friday

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This week has a theme of complete the song title. I was doing a quiz the other day about recognising songs from their lyrics and for once I got them all!
So, let’s either revise some classics or give them a whole new meaning. As always, I’ll post my own contribution later.

1. I’ve got you under…………………………..the seat of my car

2. Hi ho silver……………………………………Hi ho gold

3. Anyone who had…………………………….a match

4. Me and You …………………………………ain’t gonna work

5. Hats off ……………………………………….at the table, dammit!

6. Everyone’s gone …………………………..a fishin’

7. Every Man Must ………………………….do what the lady says

8. You’ll never find another ………………so don’t put it back

9. He ain’t heavy …………………………….he’s just big-boned

10. I’ll meet you at …………………………….after work

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Just a nap: Compilation 5/26/2022

Walking through a valley near a forest full of green
a machine sat slowly rusting, no need for gasoline
the paint was quickly fading, an evident old heap
Just a toll from wind and rain, no chance for its upkeep
A forlorn looking woodsman came looking through the copse
hoping he would find the time and place to make a stop.
He spied a myriad of moss, a pillow he knew he’d found
Suddenly he yawned real wide then laid upon the ground
out from in the engine a little elf did creep
Hoping not to wake the man, just wanting him to sleep
He sprinkled the man with fairy dust and wished him best of luck
then looking at his hiding space the little creature snuck
the man woke fully rested feeling better than he had
Deciding he was going home, no longer feeling bad

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