Hominids being
Horrible to one another has no
Hole in human history
Honestly it's
Horrendous
How we've treated one another
Holiday exceptions
Honestly only sometimes
Honored
Ho Ho Ho
You Better Not Holler
Tag: SoCS
A Toast to Biscuit
"I wonder if it's true that a buttered slice of toast always lands buttered side down?" She leered back at me over the breakfast table and winked. "Wanna find out?" People our age had no business behaving that way, but we put that mornings inspiration to the test for a spell. Someday I'll Google that question. But I did not then and I will not now. Some mysteries of the universe are left to be explored over and over again. The buttering of the toast can be wonderful and messy. Surprising and surpassing expectations. Not a chore, but a delight. Whether morning or night, my little toaster would often pop up when least expected, delivering a surface for that delicious spread. Toast is fine. But Biscuit was different. Since I've never heard of a buttered biscuit theory I can only imagine you never can know which side a buttered biscuit will land on; so you just have to roll around for bit. Or a bite. Or a bit of a bite. That was the way of the Biscuit.
Biscuit Bolero
Now please pass the toast and for heavens sake be careful.
Stream Simple
Keep it stupid simple
Oops
I got it backassward again
I believe I will supsup it out
If I follow my stream
Of unconsciousness
Though it may be
A circuitous route
If I step into a river once
Then repeat process
It's never the same river twice
That's me following my snout
Sensing the bait before me
Compelling me to click it out
Stop the processing
I recall it all now
Keep it simple stupid
So come on
KIck it out
The Vapors
What started as a run on sentence
Begat this unholy scat
things that used to make me blush
even while I was in such a rush
only then wanting them to hush
telling people to shush up
after reaching out to touch
trying to grasp a whole bunch
many hours before for lunch
until I heard that nasty crunch
a terrible accident as such
sent me reeling
without punctuation
on this river
of verbiage ramblation
unable to deliver with punch
so Ill fake it into cush
make it look like
planned adverse
while I sit here
on my tush
Today
Things on public display
That might or might not
Make us blush
Would probably have
Given our ancestors
The vapors
Real or feigned
Quaff
Imagine my surprise when what I thought would be a thoroughly excellent Wordle start word, “quafe” was not acceptable to the Wordle divinties. So I did a query and lo and behold it was not an acceptable English spelling. Apparently it is spelled “quaff”. An unquestionably awful starter word. Quite the quagmire I muttered to myself. So off I went on my daily quixotic quiz quest, with a quotient of quality alliteration and quanting ways. Most of which resulted in quenching my thirst for word quaking in a most satisfying way. (See solution below) Minor spoiler alert: Not a single Q was used in the solving of this quintessentially quirky quiz.
A quality score which I shan’t quibble with
Add this to the #SoCS que
Off The Old Block
Today’s prompt caused this spark in my neural pathways
once a wire
add a switch
born a circuit
became integrated
to be a transistor
shrunk to a chip
begat a microchip
quantum computing
here I come
Yikes!
Curly Wurly
As flying monkeys march
Ordered forward harch
Chanting in their stride
"All we are, we owe her"
Has my mind in a swirl
It took a little girl
A water bucket hurl
Melting wicked witches churl
What a world
What a world
Makes her toes curl
Bottoms Up
From medieval power drinking
To Days of Wine and Roses
Bacchanals
Then Leaving Las Vegas
Now we all stay hydrated
Twenty four seven
With personal bottles of
Cool Cool Water
Water
Meanwhile in saloons it's
Guzzle Guzzle Guzzle
As they shove it down their muzzle
These are the words we like to hear
MORE BEER!
Maintenance drinking
Binge drinking
Drinking with intent
Or drinking in place
Temperance to tolerance
The bar bill for the signers
Of the Declaration of Independence
Was ginormous
Cruisin' & Boozin'
Through history it's clear
Spirits were everywhere
Even where they shouldn't be
Then there was my girl
Home Run
Went out for a pint
Back to mine for a nice pant
Sweet pent up release
With a satisfying punt
Over a pont to a dream
Every Step I Take
🎼
Every time I bake
Every move I shake
Every step I make
Every walk I take
I'll be limping badly
🎶
Some decades better
Some decades later
Every painful patter
Every other step matter
I'll be limping badly
🎵
That's the walk I've walked
Forty five years now
Looking for the next place
To stream my consciousness
🎶
A Scroll Threw Life 