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Enough with the Plague, Write a Limerick (Covid Post 1)
I remember when amusing yourself was not internet-dependent. For example, my husband and I used to write limericks. They’re not particularly good, but, unlike whatever Netflix thing I watched last night, they survive.
A silly old bag from Loch Lomond
Believed in a terrible omen
With chattering teeth
She fled o’er the heath
And stumbled and drowned in the gloaming
A near-sighted harpy from Wells
Confused all her magic and spells
She mixed up a potion
With Calamine lotion
Because of her love for the smells
A middle-aged woman from Guam
Sat down on a hydrogen bomb
Her feet and her face
Were completely erased
But her ass remained perfectly calm
[alternate ending:
Causing condition
Of nuclear fission
Depriving her bairn of their mom]
A grotty old guy from Vancouver
Employed as a furniture mover
Got horny one day
In a violent way
And made love to a customer’s Hoover
There was an old man in Dobb’s Ferry
Who went to the public library
He took, as his choice,
The works of James Joyce
To paper his new apiary
There was an old man from Rangoon
Who ate with a runcible spoon
He used his bread knife
To butter his wife
And fed her to his pet baboon
There was a young lady from Nimes
Who slathered herself with whipped cream
And traveled to Thierry
Dressed as a strawberry
Rendezvoused with a shortcake intime.
A tidy old broad from Spokane
Once fell face-first into a fan
But she was so neat
And so fast on her feet
That she caught the whole mess in a pan
Go ahead and write one. It will improve your day.
Pointless Quiz No. 2
What kind of phobic are you?
Another Time-Wasting Idea for Writers: The Pointless Quiz
You can make them up yourself, then con strangers into wasting their own time taking them. Here’s the first:
What obscure body part are you?
Time-Wasting Ideas for Writers
Fellow writers are invited to describe how they avoid writing; they may even display their writing-avoidance achievements right here on this page.
I’ll go first.
Pointless cross-stitching is, I’ve found, much better for this activity than TV-watching, floor-scrubbing, and mousing around on the web. There’s the pseudo creativity angle, plus the fact that you’re making a surprise gift for a loved one, or even a passing acquaintance. Hell, you could even sandbag a total stranger on the street. Instead of a fistful of germy M&Ms, you could slip the unwitting passerby a one-of-a-kind wall decoration. Below is a keepsake for my son, the fabulously talented jazz keyboardist Ed Kornhauser, who has yet to learn he’s getting it. I got the idea from his Facebook page. I can’t wait to see his face light up with joy. Or possibly alarm. Next I’d love to do “Release the kraken,” although I’m having trouble figuring out who would best benefit from such a memento. The horizons are limitless!
Look, if you’re not going to join me, stop me. It’s up to you.
Note that artistic talent is completely optional.
A New Time-Wasting Game
is waiting for players. Click on the link to the right entitled The Agony of the Feet. If you don’t remember what “dactylic” means, look it up.