Tag Archives: Humor

Little Red Revisited

Little Red didst blithely skip in forest deep and dark. Forgetting all had been warned laughing as if on a lark.   She swung her basket to and fro not looking through her eyes, for dangers hidden in the trees … Continue reading

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Happy People

Gwyneth loved living at Euclid Retirement Home. It was clean, comfortable and she was well cared for. The staff was kind and helpful. Her room wasn’t large, but she didn’t have to share it with anyone, unlike friends she knew … Continue reading

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Child’s Play

Easy, breezy, light and freezy squeezy, sleazy, sometimes squeaky Fluttery, buttery, I’m not nuttery Cattery, splattery, but no flattery Speedily, bleedily, just not greedily Eerily, blearily, eyes are tearily Quakery, shakery, give me cakery Flakery, bakery, do not takery Snuggle … Continue reading

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The Laugh

  The laugh is a miracle waiting to happen A gurgling stream bouncing over life’s boulders Riotous, rollicking wit on which to lighten Burdensome weights from heavily bent shoulders   Fluffy clouds frolic freely through each person’s mind That soon … Continue reading

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Advice Column

Dear Martha: I have a problem. I’m planning a dinner party for a bunch of good friends. I know what I want to serve, but when I invited my friends, one said she couldn’t eat gluten, another was vegan and … Continue reading

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Dapper Doesn’t Do

Wolfgang Von Schmidt, thinking himself the cat’s meow, combs out his wiry whiskers and brushes his bright, white teeth.  Taking his favorite top hat from his closet shelf, he places it between his lupine-like ears, taps the brim with one … Continue reading

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Confessions of an eight-year-old Criminal

  Yes, it’s true. I was a thief. I can’t recall ever stealing something from my family, not stooping to raiding my mother’s purse, for I understood that such behavior was unacceptable. I also understood that we had very little … Continue reading

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