“LITTLE JACK HORNER, SAT IN A CORNER, EATING HIS CHRISTMAS PIE…”
You can probably fill in the rest of this classic rhyme.
I like rhymes.
I try to use them all the time. As you can see, here’s one of mine, They jump on the page so sublime.
If you don’t like them, this is your end, ’cause I’m on a roll and I can’t bend.
Singing a song, while traveling along, is the best way to shorten the journey.
Whether whistling the tune, or versing along, it makes tripping, ding-dong, so worthy.
I like apples. Do you like apples? So round and so red and so sweet.
They’re crispy with skin and fragrant within, I’ll crunch them and munch while I eat.
Wealthy Affiliate is teaching me, if I get,
myself training and learning the way,
to sling out some ‘hash’, to bring in the cash,
and make people happy always.
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, RIGHT?
Silly putty, is nutty to play with, I say, but squishy or sticky (and sometimes it’s yicky), grand kids love it, hey hey!
I tried, but can’t stop. Someone please call a cop. Help me to cease, or it will increase, And this post will be a flop!
“I quit! I quit!. That’s it. I quit. I’ll stop if you just say the word. But if you don’t, I can’t and I won’t, ’cause rhyming is gripping me fair. ”
I tried. But now I’m fried. I cried and cried, but it’s got me tongue-tied.
Seriously, I’m done. (Enough of this ‘fun’.) Whoops!
Warren’s Weird Day