So, let’s play a little game in this post for the holidays, if you’re willing. I’ll type a sentence, and you follow it with a sentence of your own. The sentences can be about anything, but each one must contain one word from the previous sentence. Just one word. Anyone can join in as often as he likes. The only other rule (aside from those of public decency) is that a participant may not follow himself.
Sound fun? Diverting? Something the Thinklings would do? All right then, I’ll begin.
“Have a holly, jolly Christmas” may be my second least preferred seasonal rerun, close on the heels of “Santa Baby.”
“Baby, baby don’t get hooked on meeee”
/Game off
Actually, I’m pretty sure we did do this – we called it the Word Tag meme 🙂
/Game on
I went fishing for trout, but accidentally hooked another fisherman.
My Friday trout tastes a lot like steak, but who am I to complain?
“I can’t complain but sometimes I still do”
“Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.”
“She thinks I walk on water; she thinks I hung the moon.”
The moon is a harsh mistress.
“I love you right up to the moon – and back.”
His sometimes mistress thinks, pauses to read the moon, then signs the harsh letter, picks up her baby,(who doesn’t complain about the hooked trout) and leaves by the back door.
“Oh Lord, grant that I may always be right, for Thou knowest I am hard to turn.”
“Turn, turn from sin and doubting, look to God on high.”
“Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.”
(Omie, that’s a hilarious sentence in #9.)
“No way I’m going to post the thirteenth comment.”
“I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.”
“I know a lady, kind and sweet;
I met her once upon the street.
I only saw her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.”
Who’s that walking down the street,
Some girl who’s got big feet?
Though that girl with big feet walks so funny;
She can also hop hop hop like a bunny.
“We eat what we can, and what we can’t, we can!”
Can we forge against these enemies a grand and global alliance, north and south, east and west, near and far, hither and yon, round the corner and in a land far far away, that can ensure a more fruitful life for all mankind?
Mankind is my business.
“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”
That’s the way it is,
Truly uly uly is,
So whatcha gonna do today?
I think I’ll share!
Share and share alike.
Oh Brother! …or rather sister! heh heh. This is a stretch, but here goes…
I so “a-like-a my friend, Judy
We “share” many “alike” things.
We “alike-a” crafting.
We “alike-a” thrift stores.
And we especially “alike-a” our “grands.”
So, next time we play this game, I would “a-like-a” her to “share” more of her funny words.
*****
ugh…more than one sentence…sorry, Lars and Phil. 🙁
I’m game, if you are.
You can be a much harder subject to discuss than me, not that I’m saying anything.
“Blog parlor game” is already the third most popular post, and could conceivably meet the harder challenge of surpassing “Some stories lie” if we can find something, anything, to discuss.
If I’m permitted an “exhibition” response to omie’s latest witticism, here it is: Haveinu shalom “alike”-em.
heh heh….very good. I “alike” your excellent display of exhibitionism, Michael.
“Haveinu shalom aleichem…” “We bring peace to you,” also, Michael, and ALL Brandywine Books fans, in this holiday season.
BTW – thanks to my good Jewish friend for her translation of Michael’s Hebrew.
Good Christian men rejoice, with heart and soul and voice.
..rejoice…Give ye heed to what we say: News! News! Jesus Christ is born today.
Dog bites man–now, that’s news!
Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.
Pity the agnostic insomniac dyslexic – he lays awake at night in the dark, wondering if there is a dog.
“If you take a dog into your home, feed him, care for him and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the chief difference between a dog and a man.” (Mark Twain, quoted from memory)
“The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear
The yoke of conscience masterful,
Which galls me everywhere.”
Emerson (I looked it up)
His yoke is easy, and His burden is light.
“the burden of proof is in the tasting…”
usually quoted by men as their women are cooking. heh heh
“To one who will not believe, no proof will suffice. To one who believes, no proof is necessary.”
Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and you shall be saved.
And He shall reign for ever and ever!
I believe this spot was saved just for these verses.
Luke 1:31- “And, behold thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shall call his name JESUS.”
v32- “And He shall reign over the house of Jacob for ever and of his kingdom there shall be no end.”
“In life I was your partner, Jacob Marley.”
“Once when Jacob was cooking stew, Esau came in from the field, and he was exhausted.”
To life, to life, Lachiem!
One thing I’ve wondered in life is, is Jacob Marley any connection to Bob Marley?
/Game off
PS: Amen, Greybeard, omie & Judy & all!
Merry Christmas, one and all, mon!
/Game on
oh, mom? laughing hard…cause I just now got that. sorry….I’m slow.
Merry Christmas Lars, Phil, Michael, Judy, Bill, Sherry and Greybeard! Have the best one!
T’was the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
And Ma in her kerchief and I in my cap had just finished stirring the fresh maple sap.
And what in the Eagle and Child should appear,
But C. S. Lewis chugging a beer.
“Here, here!” cried the child-like Tolkien to him.
“Sit down and I’ll tell you of the Rohirrim.”
“The horse-Vikings noble” he said with great mirth,
“Are the fiercest warriors in all Middle-Earth!”
“We’ll keep Yule like Vikings–get soused to the marrow;
And Paxford will trundle us home in a barrow!”
There lives only one Viking
That’s to our liking
His name is Lars
(it rhymes with farce)
Writer of story
Reinacter of glory
To the end of his days
Their names he will praise!
In the dark winter land
Scandahoovial
A Reindeer was found
Rather jovial
With Packers and Bears
But not Vikings he shared
A victory dance
Ceremonial
He goes wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-waltzing with bears,
Raggy bears, shaggy bears, baggy bears too.
There’s nothing on earth Uncle Walter won’t do,
So he can go waltzing, wa-wa-wa-waltzing,
So he can go waltzing, waltzing with bears!
I’m not sure
I could bear
A waltzing pietist
Yet I fear
We will hear
More than a lyricist
For when the waltzing claw
Comes down like the law
Rhyme and rhythm will cease and desist
There is nothing to fear but fear itself.
Nothing struck fear in his heart – not a talker,
but a live-steel-bearing pietist,
Moorhead’s-bane,
Lars Walker.
Cuts steel with ease and yet remains sharp enough to slice a tomato!!
The human hand can be used as a knife! Ha-ya!
But not with a tomato! Ha-ya! Splat!
I left the fly splat on my forehead, a fitting end to a disturbed nap.
My idea went flat
When I thought about splat
Reminded me of a whale
With petunias quite a tale
Existential thought was a dud
Adam’s whale merely went thud.
We write rhymes
About the times
In order to fill
This space with trills.
But when we reach eight
We can mark this date
And that would be so GREAT!
But one more would make nine
So, BwB friends, would you be so kind?
Because the goal is at least seventy four
Then we can open another door.
Then our verses won’t be a dud
Sounding flat like a thud.
“My verses were a dud,
and went down with a thud,
and I felt like crud”
– quoth Elmer Fudd
* Game off *
I suppose Fudd would have really said “cwud.”
* Game on *
He who hates verses issues curses
He who writes rhymes captures the times
But the one who really captures my soul
Is the marvelous Master you all should know
My baby needs to get out and breath some fresh air
I can wear (rhymes with air) Erling’s Word to dance in
Resemblance is uncanny
I knew it was a good idea to save those dresses
Would even pay more than $0.12 to know the rest of the story
Cover looks like how u guys see Outa the Blue
They say you can’t judge a book by its cover, but we do, accurately too, more often than not.
A good chick lit cover
could turn Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein
into a handsome lover.
I’m making this comment simply to lift this post to the top of the Most Popular Posts list.
A worthy effort
And worthy to be raised.
Glenn Kelman, chief executive and president of Redfin, said that it will not open offices across the Island to launch its services. He said one office in either Melville or Huntington would be enough. The online brokerage would just develop and introduce better features, in addition to its foreclosed home search tools.
By killing the most popular man in town in his own backyard without any witnesses, Glenn Kelman virtually strung his own noose for the murder of Judge Whippleton Marsh.
When fiction and nonfiction blur
Then starts to fly the fur
For mention a noose
Or cooking of a goose
Character Assassination Occurs