The Little Words Mean the Most

From the Lazy Poems series....

Click on image to enlarge and read ... and stand back in awe.

My secret bookshelf (shared just with you)

Where I read: M for McKay

Why do I have to wash my hands?

[stick-figure children's book in progress; trademarked, consummated, copyrighted, taken in vows, this day, Dec. 20, 2011 CE]

Why do I have to wash my hands?

Because you're a smelly kid.

And I'm a smelly adult.

And smelly is our nature

Until we wash it out

And why can't I be a smelly kid?

Because

Kids don't like the smelly kid

Adults don't like the smelly kid

But germs LOVE the smelly kid

The smelly kid with dirty hands

Makes people puke and people cough and people (like parents) get red hot

And sometimes die....

[& so forth]

 

Proverbially yrs,

Pay Peter to shoot Paul.

Spent the day cutting brush

New Words: Welcome, my babies, to the English language

Ships & Temples

Temple to Writing by Matt, of Mary & Matt; columns made of pencils, temple roof made from a book

Proverbs from Outer Space

Like forcing a banana through a keyhole. It can be done. It will be messy.

Let's start over: Unelect the 1% Congress

When my blood boils? Headlines like this, today: "Cuts leave N.E. poor out in cold -- Thousands in the Northeast will struggle to keep warm this winter due to cuts in federal heating aid." Burn the lobbyists.