A small log cabin stood in the centre of a clearing, surrounded on three sides by a wall of trees. A stone chimney poked out from the slanted roof blowing smoke from an unseen fire in the hearth; the scent of smoked ham wafted through the air as the hickory wood burned. A small worn…
When travelling to Timbuktu, Watch out for the power of voodoo; With a wave of a hand, and a wordy command; You might end up in Peru
There’s a lot of rain, In the country of Spain; Or is it written, about the country of Britain? Ugh, now I have a migraine.
There once was a lady from France, Who wanted to tap dance; But whenever she tried, She would commit homicide, That lady of très élégance!
There was an old woman from Berlin, Who had a mighty big chin; Whenever she lied, It grew more undignified; It kept growing much to her chagrin.
There was a young fellow from Andorra, Who had an interest in flora; Sunflowers and sweet alyssum, Everyone wanted to kiss ‘im; The man wearing a fedora.
Je suis tired, Je ne sens inspired; Je parle le franglish, un mélange de français et d’English; I am fatigué, I do not feel inspiré; I speak franglais, a mixture of french and anglais
There was an old man from Toronto, Who ran away molto pronto, He didn’t get far, Without his car, Now he’s living in Deseronto
There once was a woman with a dog, Who lived much too close to a bog, One day she tripped, Really she slipped, She should have stayed in Prague!
I thought I would try something a little different for this post. This picture is hanging in the living-room in my grandparents’ house and every time I look at it, I get a little snippet of stories or characters that may play out in this scene. It’s quite fascinating. What I am hoping is that…