792: An Onion A Day

An onion a day keeps the doctor away It won’t keep you healthy Won’t stop you from sneezing Or getting the flu or the mumps when it’s breezy But lest you should think that this rhyme is just cheesy Imagine yourself as a doctor who’s wheezy Treating a patient who onions is eating While taking…

790: No Worries

Don’t you worry Issachar Random words painted in stars Will tell you to get in your car Should you drive it off a cliff You will then become a stiff But there’s still nothing that bars Stiffs from robbing cookie jars Photo by Tina Nord on Pexels.com

786: The Things I Fry

The things I fry Are rather nice And sometimes they are filled with ice Which isn’t nice for frying things It’s just like when a panda stings For panda’s don’t have stinger things And so they rarely ever sting So fired things that are filled with ice Are rarely fried so very nice Photo by…

785: Little Lamb

Little lamb who made thee? Little lamb who ma Prchurchgrubchurherbbrughbrughhumdumggruchstuchalitso r vsivb rskb vsk skhbhrksbkbhkbks Bleggh Bleggh! Arachoo, bleggharoo, hooo! Little lamb who ate thee? Little lamb who ate thee? Bigfoot has eaten thee Little lamb And torn you all to pieces Your bloody carcass is strewn around In tiny bits and pieces Little lamb…

783: The Rock Star

Mitsy had one dream. She wanted to be a professional musician. She worked the clubs and the bars, and played any gig she could find. After a couple of years the gigs got easier to book, and paid more money. She landed a deal with a major record company which brought her millions. Mitsy had…

780: A Fine Education

Dr. A. Heyerdale Mecklenberg VII was professor of linguistic interpretation and alternative theory at the prestigious Chicago Societal College of Arts, Literature and Philosophy and 73rd street. At least, that was what he claimed. In reality, of course, he was the front man for an international diamond smuggling ring run out of Budapest. Dr Mecklenberg…

760: Here to Help You

Susan rubbed her eyes and glanced at the clock. 7:45. Shit. She was going to be late for work again. She jumped out of bed, pulled on a dirty pair of jeans, grabbed her keys and bolted out the door. No time for coffee this morning. She rubbed her eyes again, trying to stay awake.…

748: Big Raindrops

The thing about strings Is the rarely do zing Past the cranium, into the brain Much better to do, with a pick-axe instead Or unusually large drops of rain -Chinese Proverb Hector had been watching his back for several days. It wasn’t anything definitive, he just had the feeling that someone was out to get…