Did everyone have to mop up their own nap drool from the desktop real estate, or did the clean-up crew swoop in post-exodus to handle the aftermath of the slumber slobber? Asking for a friend 😜
Present gratitude to the potter permitting the painter to produce a poetic piece in partnership. It's been pleasurable and, partly, a provoking panic, perplexing me and prompting a loss of patience.
Love this. What grade do you he got?
I'm thinking something like what that kid in The Christmas Story got on his.
Ha!
Did everyone have to mop up their own nap drool from the desktop real estate, or did the clean-up crew swoop in post-exodus to handle the aftermath of the slumber slobber? Asking for a friend 😜
Dream drool
My a poem right there, my friend.
dream drool
from the mouth of a fool
dribbles into a pool
beneath the barstool
where he nodded off while trying to look cool
ignoring the golden rule
and wondering who'll
accept his challenge to duel
Ha! Ok.
slumber spill
from the lips of the still
trickles into a rill
near the counter's till
where he flopped over, his presence nil
flouting decorum with will
and speculating who'll
refuse his summons to thrill
Gloria strode in
And ordered a gin
And tonic with the skin
Of a lime with a grin
And said I been
Wonderin’
Who’d like to go fer a spin
With me and my kin
To commit some sin
Well! That’s a jewel. Hold on. I’m thinking.
Where are we? A bistro in New York City?
In the dream realm
Oh, Brother. Ok. I can do dream realm.
In a realm where dreams and laughter blend,
Two artists—a Potter and a Painter—contend.
With poetic flair and a playful jest,
They duel in rhymes to see who's best.
In this land where fancy takes flight,
Words soar and whirl through the night.
They pirouette back in harmonious time,
To tickle the soul in a whimsical rhyme.
Verses frolic like stars in space,
Each line a dancer, full of grace.
With quips that sparkle, jests that flow,
They light up faces with a radiant glow.
The Potter shapes verses, spinning on the wheel,
While the Painter colors each line with zeal.
In this playful battle of wit and rhyme,
They craft a sonnet that will outlast time.
This is glorious
Present gratitude to the potter permitting the painter to produce a poetic piece in partnership. It's been pleasurable and, partly, a provoking panic, perplexing me and prompting a loss of patience.