He was cute
He was green
The cutest frog
I’ve ever seen
Like many men, had a few warts
Distinguished him from other sorts
He liked to sit in the sun
Scattered lily pads he sat among
If a lady his bulging eyes spied
Off the lily pad he would dive
Sneaking under her in the rill
Jumping by, to cause a thrill
Most times this ploy seemed to work
Till a fishhook found him, pulled with a jerk
From then, he no longer decided to lurk
When the lady sported a comehither smirk.
I learned two new things today, yea for me! The one I’m going to write about here is Parkour. I had never heard of it and was talking with my grandson who was with me watching the “Kingsman:The Secret Service” movie. In the first part, Eggsy, the character in both this and the sequel, got away from some others by jumping, sliding and flipping on the building structure. My GS pipes up with, it’s “parkour”. Of course being the older, (ahem) wiser person, I very intelligently said, “huh?”
And then we had to look it up. This is a part of what we found. According to this site, the term may have originated in France, but the idea of fusing movement and sport training might have started ages ago for the military. I still have more research to do.
More info here: http://parkourgenerations.com/parkour-history/
Who knew something so cool?😊😎
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/08/19/daily-addictions-2018-week-33/
Not meant to scare, a protector she be
A lady for sure dressed so loverly
The garden her home, she protects from harm
From big hungry birds or insects that swarm.
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Or, Tom Jones style:
https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/08/18/sunday-photo-fiction-august-19-2018/
Was it your voice, the sexy accent that I love?
Was it the hint of cologne when my lips brushed your neck?
Was it your smile that stirred my heart?
Was it your touch that made me giddy with delight?
Or was it the taste of hunger as you kissed me?
Saturday morning between six and six-thirty we in the complex, especially me since I’m about fifty feet away from these beauties (apartment dumpsters), a cacophony of garbage trucks is heard.
This occurs every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday morning. Since my building is the furthest from the main street, we are the first ones emptied. The trucks are big with loud engines, deep and rough treads rumble through the parking lot and delightful backup, get-out-of-the-way beeping begins. The actual dumping isn’t that loud unless a resident (as they did this week) decides to discard their couch. The recycle bin is always overflowing so maybe that was the reason to see half a couch topping the regular dumpster.
I’m not complaining, the idea that garbage is not left to cause icky odors is welcomed. Being this close, I add I’ve never smelled anything originating from the bins.
The old steam engine locomotive started up about eight, downtown, for tourists to see and ride, so that type of noise is comforting. You take the bad with the excellent!
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https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/18/cacophany/
This is one of the most fun prompts ever. You never know how many words it’s going to be, interesting Prompt choices, so join in the fun!
Ragged clothes hanging on his bony frame, the old man shuffled his feet to the bench in the corner of the shop doorway. It was Monday again and many well-to-do businessmen would be passing. The derelict hoped one or two decides to spare a coin.
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/08/18/weekend-writing-prompt-68-derelict/
“I heard them whisper. It’s very rude to whisper in a third party’s presence. Of course not surprising since their parents don’t have many manners either. Young people these days–I just wanted to shout at them, “can’t you see I’m right here? Why are you whispering?” Of course I didn’t, that would be rude.”
This humid day, Mary had asked them to help weed the garden. Realizing it was sticky and hot, made lemonade from real lemons, and their favorite Coca Cola was in the fridge. She rose early in the day to make their favorite lunch and cookies for dessert. So why were they over there, whispering and giggling? It was just plain rude.
The two helpers were not making fun of their old aunt, in fact they enjoyed visiting and helping when they were asked. They knew there would be treats for them as always, even though they didn’t expect her to actually do anything except observe.
Aunt Mary’s birthday, which she had apparently forgotten, was on this day. The two children were whispering and giggling over the fact their parents were planning a special surprise dinner for her at their home. Sending the children over to occupy their aunt was a ploy to keep her busy.
Mary poured the lemonade into two ice filled cups, and pulled out her hanky to dry her hands. She picked up her book and mumbled something they couldn’t hear, but they kept on working, trying not to disclose the secret.
It’s still Friday night but since I have visitors at seven am tomorrow, I’m writing this now. I tried out a few words, but reading blogs, comments, etc, I picked critic and critical.
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Reading blogs, I’m not critical
I know my own are fairly typical
Before you decide to be a critic
Try not to be too analytic
Everyone here’s doing their best
So nothing rude, even in jest
Course I’ve refused that bidding
Wrote a comment with intended kidding
But if I offended, ’twas not my intent
Hours of reading blogs are spent
If I see something I like, I like it a lot
Try to give the best comment I’ve got
Let you know I appreciate your thoughts
Or laughed till I’m silly, my eyes needed blots
There’s always those who think we’re wrong
That’s life, so take it with a song
That’s all for this time, have a great day
I’ll return to reading and scribbling away.
“(I’m a) Ramblin’ Wreck from Georgia Tech” is the fight song of the Georgia Institute of Technology, better known as Georgia Tech. The composition is based on “Son of a Gambolier”, composed by Charles Ives in 1895, the lyrics of which are based on an old English and Scottish drinking song of the same name.[3] It first appeared in print in the 1908 Blueprint, Georgia Tech’s yearbook. The song was later sung by the Georgia Tech Glee Club on The Ed Sullivan Show in 1953, and by Richard Nixon and Nikita Khrushchev during the 1959 Kitchen Debate.[4][5][6][7]
Of course my husband was a Mine’s man, so his version is here:
Same tune as the one below. I remember him singing it on long car trips across country. We did a lot of singing on those trips.☺️
https://thehouseofbailey.wordpress.com/2018/08/18/scotts-daily-prompt-engineer/
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