He always dotted his t’s and crossed his i's, circled his l’s, and capitalised his full stops, and knew all 29 letters of the alphabet. Sadly, when it came to his p’s and q’s, all he could come up with were queasy poos.
Timt, if there's one thing to note about your whimsy, 'tis that the chortles are never flimsy. I've always loved the alphabet except the parts that I forget.
Timt, if there's one thing to note about your whimsy,
ReplyDelete'tis that the chortles are never flimsy.
I've always loved the alphabet
except the parts that I forget.
Whimsy just about describes what goes on here. Love it.
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you. I suppose the only thing better than being whimsical or flimsical is being mimsical, a la the borogroves in the poem by one L. Carroll.
ReplyDeleteThis blog endorses mimsicality of a borogrovian nature!