Solo
Drifting skywards from the lamp-lit street below, A whispering and blue ephemeral echo, A beautiful sound, That swirls around, And resolves at last to a saxophone solo. More limericks at https://musing75.wordpress.com/limericks/
Drifting skywards from the lamp-lit street below, A whispering and blue ephemeral echo, A beautiful sound, That swirls around, And resolves at last to a saxophone solo. More limericks at https://musing75.wordpress.com/limericks/
Originally intended just as a gentle but affectionate dig at those who studied “colouring in” – but after the political farce of the past week I couldn’t resist the temptation to leave my country greyed out …
Building bridges across Europe is the theme – something which (IMHO) we should be doing at the polls tomorrow …
Plebiscites originated in Rome – was this really something we wanted to import from the continent? More limericks at https://musing75.wordpress.com/limericks/
I know this is an old gag, but it still amuses me …
I suppose (or at least hope) that most of us would be better prepared when climbing a mountain …
I know there are many “Mum’s Taxis” too – I guess the thought is the same either way …
Purely fictional of course – personally I’ve managed a fail on all 4 hazards …
I’ve never figured out how the weeds in my garden know when it is safe to appear …
I know some people can solve these cubes. Not sure though how many of us are good at walking away from frustrations we don’t need to be concerned with …