Hello Dear Readers! It’s time for the weekly Trifecta Challenge and this week we are being prompted by the third definition of word: anticipation:
On The Internal Organ Fortitude of Writing
In anticipation of participation concerning this week’s Trifecta dissertation
I thought it wise to compromise with this small negotiation:
Certain words I will not use
Like “whatever” and “ginormous”
Those words I think we all abuse
In word salad’s bord of Smorgas
And then there’s times when nothing rhymes
And spelling’s out the door
We feel just like we might become
Vice President Al Gore!
When all seems lost and at any cost
We cannot buy a vowel
We think our wrists to slit, we will!
But we only have a trowel . . .
Well that is life
And we struggle through
Its ups and then it’s downs
Even though it makes us feel like awkward nauseous clowns
And so I beg you writers all
Not to tremble nor to quiver
For to live life as twas meant to be
You have to be a live-r.
Until next time . . . I love you
Linda Vernon Humor 
that was ginormous awesome or whatever…
Haha! Thank you so much! 😀
That made me laugh. Nice.
Oh Annabelle, I’m so glad! 😀
Nice from a fellow person living in the Bay Area
Hello fellow Bay Area– ite! Thanks for taking the time to stop by. Much appreciated. 😀
Terrific, funny, and true… I love awkward nauseous clowns…
Me too Stephanie B. (as long as they don’t actually spew!) 😀
Haw Haw Haw. Live-r. NIce as always.
Thanks Kelly. 😀
Edgar Allen Poe couldn’t have said it better himself! ’twas quite poem mother dear! It brought to me a moment of cheer. Hear hear!
Thank you dear, excuse me while I go to Sear(s). 😀
I’m not very open to rhym’n,
Gave it to Garfunkle and Simon.
I’ll just tap my toes and see how it goes
‘Til Linda comes up with the “why, man?”
Hahah Ronnie!! I must take umbrage on your proclamation that you aren’t very open to rhym’n with a comment like that one! LOL!!
My brain hurts from the spectaculacity in here!
(By the way, I think I left my flagon with the dragon on the bord of Smorgas.
Sorry bout that – I thought it was a coaster.)
Consider this a standing invitation to leave your flagon with the dragon on the bord of Smorgas at my house Guap! Coaster or no!! 😀
You have to be a live-r?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Thanks Addie! 😀
Very fun. Adore the bord of Smorgas (and your daring word chopping) and the live-r is priceless.
Thank you so much! Sometimes you’ve just got to push and pull and take out the hacksaw to get these words to fit a poem! 😀
I never thought of this before, but, of course, it’s best to be a live-r. A wise credo for all your internal organs to live by (and us too!). And I am alive with anticipation to try your bord of Smorgas!! I’ve missed all your great stuff as I’ve been unhinged the last couple of weeks, but I hope to live life as it twas meant to be, at least, for the holidays.
Ha ha! Well I’m glad you are back with us. I hate it when the real world gets in the way of our fun! How dare it, doesn’t it know we are live-rs? Maybe it takes us for pancre -ases? Oops that didn’t sound quite right! Anyway glad your back for the holidays Lumdog! 😀
Hahaha! Great ending. It’s great to be a live-r 🙂 Thanks for the laugh…I needed one today!
Oh so glad I could provide one then, Janna! 😀
I come here for the prose, but I STAY for the art!
LOL!! I think you just came up with my new blog tagline Heylook!! HA!
lmao your pieces always delight! I love the word play and the happy liver.
Thank you Draug! I’m glad you enjoyed my liver. 😀
I LOVE that line about not being able to slit your wrists as you’ve only got a trowel! That is genius!!! 🙂
Oh Katy! I’m so glad you appreciated that line as I was rather fond of it myself! HA! 😀