Humour

A second, and lighter, response to this week's inspiration point

I have a good cabin:
I built it not with hammer and nails
but by filling it with books and blankets,
posters, plates and silver-ware,
by fending off rival hominids

When good King Arthur ruled this land,

“Where are you going, my pretty maid?"

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,

If I were of female persuasion
And perchance at some occasion,
Johnny Depp should grace the room
Would I stumble, would I swoon?
Would a blush creep up my face?
Would my pulse begin to race?

Children discuss the present and their future . . .

One for every day of the week.

A very short poem about a very big problem.

“Take the next road on your left and follow it for three hundred yards” she said.

Mary was a little flirt

A thoroughly unexpected crisis arose when Father Barnabas walked into the bakery one clear dawn and transubstantiated the entire day's batch of bread.

Thuggus - the first franchiser!

I bet you've never hear of Bartwald!

But there is no reason whatsoever why one should not start a sentence with the word 'but'.

How too choose, how to select
A film to fill that two hour slot

Hey diddle dinkety, poppety, pet,

Women, I love 'em...

His name is Danny boy;
but I call him, "His Highness."
He came into our lives last year,
an Orange and white cat.
A victim of abuse, he hid in the
bushes for three days, until he would venture

Higgledy Piggledy,
My fat hen,