Ever reckon Cupid'd like the day off?

[mc_mike]

Cheers to those who've'n't forgotten me over here in my ickle corner of the earth.

Much to my chagrin, I've holes in my pockets and I've'n't an artistic bone in my body, so let's go about this the only way I know how: with a limerick.



To the Ginger-Haired Siren:

There once was this witch who knew she was fit
And would cheat every chance she knew she could get
With a flash of her leg
She'd win the whole game
And left the sods wondering with what they were hit



To the Best Looking Bloke, Second Only to Me:

An Ode to Your Life on a Farm, in Limerick form:

A farmer's young helper named Tull
Accidentally was milking a bull
The farmer said, "Yer dumb,
You done milked the wrong one!"
Said the boy, "But me whole bucket is full!"



To the Sister I Never Knew I Wanted:

She seems a feisty and confident one
Who's infatuated with her infant son
But she's a fine sight to see
When she's her true self with me
And the rest of the world's forgotten.

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

I think it's best if we reconsider the options and come back to the table when neither of us're feeling so hasty.

What? Why?

It needs to be. No maybes about it.

C'mon, now. You've seen his eyebrows, yeah? Dead frightening.

[ms-pansy.livejournal.com]

I'm not doing anything in haste, I thought you knew that?

Not everything goes as planned, Michael. If anyone knows that, it's me. In fact, most plans are useless and impossible. I don't know why any bothers with them in the first place.

We should discuss your eyebrows instead.