Rainy Days and Fridays

I had to go into Salisbury for a haircut today. In olden days, it was a fifteen-minute journey by car, these days I take the bus. The bus winds its way from my village, eventually feeding into the one-way system in the city centre. It drops me off, picks up new passengers, carries on around the one-way system, and comes back out to the villages. The whole process takes about an hour and a half, just one bus serves the route, and the poor old bus driver goes back and forth all day.

The upshot is that I plan my trips to Salisbury in 90-minute increments. As I’m in one of the last villages on the route, and as I have a bit of a hike to the bus stop in any case, a roundtrip into Salisbury usually takes at least 3½ hours.

But I could put it off no longer, though. A grey, dreary morning but I have nevertheless needed a haircut for a few weeks, so today was the day. I had to get one before the weather turns cold, otherwise I wouldn’t bother, and would be a Yeti by spring.

Of course, a haircut doesn’t take 90 minutes, so I sat for a while in Starbucks, watching the world go by. And this is what I came up with:

The cat was crashed out on the bed
So I crept up and tickled his head
He awoke with a start
Gave a really loud… MIAOW!!! 🐱
Loud enough to awaken the dead!

A lady all dressed in check
Had a spider tattoo on her neck
It was not to my taste
So I looked up in haste
And fell flat on my face on the deck!

The wind it was strong on the ridge
The rivet was high at the bridge
The rain, it came down
The grass muddy brown
And my foot, as I walked, just went squidge

Squidge? Okay, they’ll get better. In my defence, it is a real word (I think!) And I didn’t actually fall over, but thank you anyway for your concern 🙂

Itchy

Every now and again, BlindZanyGirl posts limericks about fleas. For example… Being limericks, they’re short and punchy, and often hilarious! She posted a couple last night, which prompted me to have a go at a couple of my own. Actually, it is harder than it seems and I had to ponder them for a while. I posted a non-flea limerick last night but came up with a few fleas today.

It’s funny – I usually just use the language as a tool to convey my meaning, but it was quite good fun to kind-of joust with the words, to cajole them into this specific pattern. Moreso, I suppose, because I wasn’t sure that it would be fun.

There once was a flea called Vanessa
Jumped so high, she jumped on a dresser!
All the dust on the top
Made her splutter and stop
And it took half an hour to de-stress her.

There once was a flea called Paul,
Unique, being seven foot tall.
He jumped onto a roof
Which of course, went “poof”
And the flea enjoyed quite a fall!