A limerick
Though Grampa Joe was quite ruddy and jolly, His maid Molly touched his books at her folly. When she dared peek within, She discovered his sin; And when out fell his gin, she yelped, "Golly!"
What do you see #180
For this week’s WDYS prompt, Sadje offers us this image of a mantel shelf with photos and plants, the fireplace beneath crammed full of books.
Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.
–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!
So fun. I have photos of my own gramps with his ‘bar’ in his basement.
Though by the time us grands rolled around narry a trace was left of it.
๐ โค Jules โค ๐
[โฆ] David; Bibliophile or dipsomaniac [โฆ]
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Ha!
๐ ๐ Robert ๐ ๐
Youโve got me grinning! Nice one David.
๐ค๐๐ป Keith ๐๐ป๐ค ~ thanks so much! I’m glad ๐
Haha fun take, David.
๐๐๐ป Maria ๐๐ป๐ ~ thanks!
What a sweet surprise. Better than a delicious lolly. ๐
๐๐๐ป Terveen ๐๐ป๐ ~ I must agree with you!
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๐ ๐๐ป Cindy ๐๐ป ๐
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Golly, golly!!
๐๐๐ป Punam ๐๐ป๐
better watch his step…(K)
๐๐๐ป Kerfe ๐๐ป๐ ~ hahaha, yes indeed
LOL
โค๏ธ๐๐ป Dolly ๐๐ปโค๏ธ ~ heehee!