>Happy Phryeday.
>
> There once was a poet named Jo-el
> Who created rhyming verses so-well
> Hit the nail on the head
> With every word that he said
> And made all of his readers L-OL

saideth Maggie of Deaux
...
> And here's for both of ya!
>
> Many folks of the Vanagon List
> Solve their problems by wit, not fist
> Unca Joel's clever ballad
> Plus Maggie's word salad
> Makes Fryeday not to be missed!

bespoke Gary of Bow-Down

argh!!! egad!!!
hoist  by my own petard!!! the chickens come home to roost!!!
TWICE in one day, no less!!! :)

thanks, folks! :) i hear that imitation is the sincerest form of
flatulence. :)

so i guess i'd better step up to the plate and swing away, lest i be
put to pasture like the olde cowe some folks think i are! ;)

    FFFFFriday
 by Unca Joel

  hear i sit, all down-hearted,
  'tis Friday, and i can't get started.
  a story, joke, an ode or pome,
  i need to write, a little tome
  of wit or wisdom, mirth or glee,
  but nothing bubbles up from me.

  am i so burned from Fridays past
  that nothing's left in me at last?
  no more lame verse to mock our cars?
  no stupid songs unheard in bars?
  with wrinkled forehead o'er mine eyes,
  my tortured mind doth seek the prize.

  a silly song? no, not again.
  a sonnet, then, from way back when?
  an ode, perhaps? nah, that's too long;
  you're better off with silly song.
  oh, fuddled mind! am i too beat?
  is nothing left that ain't repeat??

  oh, well, it's not the worldwide end ...
  i guess, next Friday, try again
  to see if verse or song is writ
  continuing this Friday bit
  of Folly Funnies on the List ...
  and hope today it won't be missed.

unca joel  :)