SoCS — Don’t Mess With Rosy

C28B2EE7-D87D-436E-94FB-1EC70515DC4AFor today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has asked us to “find a word that rhymes with ‘rosy,’ or use the word ‘rosy’ and base your post on it.”

So I decided to write a poem, a silly little poem, using the word “rosy” and some words that rhyme with “rosy.” Here goes:

I once had a girlfriend named Rosy

And she was as pretty as a posy

Soon we became very close and cozy

One night she was feeling tired and dozy

And while Rosy was dozing, off I did mosey

That was when I met a beauty named Josie

But when Rosy awoke and found me with Josie

She hauled off and punched me right in my nosy.

The End 😉

SoCS — I’m Just Ribbing You

e4aa34ad-19a4-4e9e-9f02-53fdf9c21f39-e1555731353637.jpegFor this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has asked us to pay tribute to the word “rib.” I am pleased to be able to make a contribution to this effort.

I don’t know if you know this, but I broke a few ribs in a downhill snow skiing accident a while back. Sure, I took a lot of ribbing from my friends who witnessed my clumsiness. But I failed to see the humor in it. You see, one attribute of a rib injury is that it’s both very painful and extremely annoying. And my doctor wouldn’t prescribe anything for pain stronger than Tylenol. Sheesh.

If you’ve ever broken a rib or two, then you know that for about a month to six weeks after breaking a rib, you don’t want to sneeze or laugh because doing so causes you to expand your ribcage, and with a cracked rib, that results in excruciating pain. For the same reason, you also don’t want anyone to hug you. What about hot and heavy sex? Fuhgeddaboudit.

And for heaven’s sake, if you’re taking a dump and you need that last big push to get it all out, be prepared to suffer. I know that I put up with a lot of trials and tribulations by having cracked a few ribs. Breaking a rib has a terribly long, sad, and lonely recovery period.

Okay, I think I’ve described the hassle of broken ribs enough for now. But, strangely, I’ve developed a sudden urge to go out to Chili’s for a rack of baby back ribs.

Share Your World — Guns and Hiccups

Is it Monday already? Yes it is. And that means it’s time for Melanie’s Share Your World.

Guns? Are you pro or con? Explain your point of view.

I believe Americans have a constitutional right to own and bear arms. But I don’t see any reason why any civilian needs to own a high capacity, military style, semiautomatic assault rifle. I also support common sense gun laws. I also support gun buyback programs. And I oppose open and concealed carry. I don’t buy the NRA’s bullshit that only a good guy with a gun can stop a bad guy with a gun.

How would your country change if everyone, regardless of age, could vote?

Sorry children, but I don’t think anyone younger than 18 should be allowed to vote for anything other than student council positions or for competitors on “The Voice” or “American Idol.” 

What’s your cure for hiccups?

Hold your breath until you stop hiccuping or die, whichever comes first.

What’s the coldest you’ve ever been?

When I spent a week in Barrow, Alaska. It was very dark and very, very cold.

If you would like, share a story, a photo or some thoughts on you may be thankful for this week!

I am thankful this week for…. Well, I pass. Check back with me next week.

Perfectly Crazy Bucket List!

01378EC9-7EEF-428A-ABE7-322B7840CFF3Another of Rory’s brainstorms. He said that he would choose a topic, write four lines of rhyming verse, and then tag one of his readers who will, in turn, add four more lines of rhyming verse to his, and then tag one of their own readers, and then “it is a case of wash, rinse, repeat.”

So here’s how Rory started things off:

So, so much to do, and with so little time,
I want to do everything, nothing to be missed,
But how do l plan it all, how do l define,
The perfectly crazy bucket list?

Then he handed it off to Paula Light, who added this:

First up is a lush tropical jungle,
Jaguars and waterfalls… all quite insane;
I do hope my parachute isn’t all bungled,
When I jump from the doorway of this airplane!

And now it’s my turn:

I want to take a rocket into space,
Or maybe a submarine ride deep in the sea.
I sure hope they will save me a place,
Because that’s where I really want to be!

And let’s see what Cheryl, aka The Bag Lady, does with this.