It’s late, and we just got back from the Pesters after a rousing game of Settlers of Catan. (I watched t.v.) I have no picture, and I can’t figure out how to make Beth’s hilarious e-mail be a post. So instead, you have to write a limerick. Any topic, keep it clean. This is a family show.
I hate that dumb stupid game.
The people who play it aren’t lame,
Just foolish and silly,
and I ask them, “Really?
You’re going to play it agaim?”
I went to check LloydAndLauren.
It’s something I do ev’ry mornin’.
Today my endeavor
To write something clever,
Is taking too long… I give up!
Ghost Whisperer is what I did/watched last night,
To see how many outfit changes I could cite.
Today it’s Nebraska football on the tellie,
Because outfit changes are coming there too, oh nellie.
Come one, come all, please be our guest *,
Today’s our church’s annual Oktoberfest,
Oodles of cupcakes I now will bake,
Which might be hard with my sinus headache,
Nothing like germ-filled desserts for all to digest.
* actually each “guest” must pay $8.00; TNSTAAFL; it’s a youth fundraiser & us adults will be slaving away cooking from 2-8pm; I’ll wear a mask & gloves
There once was a man from Kent,
Who had a most unfortunate event,
I’m sure you all know,
Of this poor man’s woe,
It’s a timeless limerick lament.
There once was a girl named Joanna.
She was born in the state of Nebraska.
She dressed up as Snow White
On Halloween night;
And you guessed it — she got a banana!
(I’m not joking here. She really did get a banana, plus loads of sugar.)
There once were two kids in middle school
Who thought that they were just too cool
They dressed up real fancy,
And went to a dance(y)
How cool! The dj’s from Istanbul!
Partially true. Susana did go to her first dance last night.
There was a blogger named Lauren
Who thought that the Settlers were borin’
She turned on the TV
and said, “Good for me,
Too bad those Catan nations are warrin’
Correction: There ONCE was a blogger named Lauren
Aw, you guys are the most creative people! Well done! We’ve been in Lincoln all day (like last Saturday) working on some projector carts, but this time everything has gone wrong. Here’s our Saturday:
Nothing’s gone right, I surmise.
I came to help Lloyd (‘cuz I’m nice).
But he remembered the cable
was home on the table,
So I got to drive back and forth – twice.
The morning flew by right away,
For lunch – the Chinese Buffet!
But our favorite venue
handed us menu,
“There’s no buffet on Saturday.”
To Menard’s to buy some more brackets,
They were out – I think that’s some racket.
So south I did drive,
though barely alive,
asleep at the wheel, I did hack it.
Lloyd asked for some help with some straps.
I did it, but my work was lapse.
My straps weren’t tight,
and he said, “That’s not right.
You’ve just got way too many gaps.”
To The Palace of Burgers for dinner.
I order food like a beginner.
“Can I have food please?
With cheese. Yes. No. Cheese?”
This day has just not been a winner.
There once was a girl named Anna,
Who sighed as she ate her banana.
Feeling well she is not,
For she just had her shots.
Would she feel better if we lived in Montana?