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1. 24 days ago on That is Priceless

   Monsieur Gerôme is bit of sap / Having his model almost in his lap! / When posing sans clothes / Being sculpted so close / Risks getting grit in her “Venus Fly Trap.” 8>)

2. about 1 month ago on Pickles

   Her: “There’s eggshell, and buttercream, and ecru, and ivory . . . .”

   Him: “There’s white, white, white, and very white.”

3. about 1 month ago on That is Priceless

   It doesn’t always have to be a limerick. Who knew? / That’s now the unfortunate Bookworm’s view. / I mean he struggles with rhyme, / Never mind the scansion and time! / Ah, he’ll just leave it Ish, that’s the smart thing to do.

4. about 1 month ago on That is Priceless

   Thank you my good friend. As Mark Twain once observed, “the details of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” Even so, it’s good to be seen. (Much better than being “viewed,” at any rate.)

5. about 1 month ago on That is Priceless

   There are a number of theories. / But the most common among these, / Is the scheme used to dupe us / Is the sly Canis Lupus / Donning the apparel of the meek Ovis Aries! ;>)

6. 3 months ago on That is Priceless

   Selling sweets door-to-door can be tricky / Especially when your wares tend to get sticky. / In the heat of the day / They just melt away, / Along with your profits when the consumers tend to be picky.

7. 6 months ago on That is Priceless

   “The details of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” Mark Twain.

8. 6 months ago on That is Priceless

   Consider our young Marne of Killarney / Who’s beau was the strapping lad Carney. / But when Carney was seen / Romancing another colleen, / She gave him the gate, fed up with his unfaithful blarney!

   And when our plucky young miss / Decided no more of this, / She turned to young Mr. O’Conner / Who literally doted upon her. / So she smilingly scored it as a “hit after a miss.”

9. 6 months ago on That is Priceless

   Though I’m as old and as ugly as a Trilobite, / I’m still in the ring! I’m still in the fight. / I’ll keep right on just ploddin’ along / Until I hear them ring that final gong, / When, and not before, The Bookworm will say his final “Good Night.”

10. 6 months ago on That is Priceless

    I’ve had a few more things come up that needed to be dealt with. But, “with a l’il bit o’ luck” (as my old friend Alfred P. Doolittle used to say), I think I’m on the mend. I’m sorry if I caused any concern, my friend.