The Never Ending Story...

[282Mikado]

...I mindlessly noshed on my pinto steak and my pinto beans. Becoming thirsty I mounted my t'rusty' Ford Pinto and went to the store for a pint-o' apple cider to wash it all down. Having properly sated both appetite and thirst I said to myself "BOB" (which is what I often call myself) where can this crazy story possibly take us from here?"...

[Rosie]

as i pondered this I thought well, I'll just let the next person decide

 

next.....

[Covenanter]

Like everyone else in the story, I realised we were flogging a dead horse, so I took my whip & lept astride my once faithful Pinto . We galloped off into the Sahara jungle

[Ukulelemike]

...to see a movie starring Eddie Cantor, who was playing a singing Jewish rabbi...

[282Mikado]

... in a picture entitled My Wild Yiddish Rose. I arrived early so I went to the concession stand to get some kosher pickles and unleavened bread when what to my wondering eyes should appear...

Edited October 15, 2014 by 282Mikado

[Covenanter]

a herd of giant snails decimating the Sahara forest

[Covenanter]

wild roses stood no chance

[Covenanter]

but the snails realised they were behaving like people who destroy their own habitat, and so

[HappyChristian]

they slimed all over the roses...

[Covenanter]

meanwhile, back at the

[HappyChristian]

cactus ranch

[Covenanter]

They were singing

[282Mikado]

..."Happy snails to you"...

[Covenanter]

but the snails were unhappy negotiating the cactus spines

 

 

 

Semi-off-topic - I wrote this in response to a challenge to write a poem about a childhood experience of a forum contributor. She went to the outside loo to find it was crawling with snails. He big brother had collected them from the garden, & didn't know what to do with them.

 

I've a whale of a tale to tell you folk,

this tale of a snail is true.

It happened not so long ago

when Kathy went to the loo.

The snails were coming up & up,

while other things went down;

however hard poor Kathy tried,

those snails she couldn't drown.

 

Now snails have eyes on every stalk;

our private parts are private.

She ran back crying to her Mum

who couldn't quite believe it.

Sharks & crocodiles are fierce,

though snails are not so scary;

the bane of every sister's life

is brothers, so be wary.

 

I put it to music & sang it. No-one else responded to the challenge.

[Rosie]

if only we had wings so we could fly