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_/]

There's that faulty memory of yours rearing its ugly head again. There wasn't a breeze in the sky to speak of. It was all strategy, that's what it was. And a spectacular bit of cheating.

[miss-ginevra.livejournal.com]

Taking advantage of your enemy's weakness isn't cheating.

And I beg to differ; there was a breeze. Perhaps you couldn't feel it because some of us were flying faster than others on our brooms, while some were busy taking a gander at legs and such.

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

S'pose not, but I wasn't the enemy. I was the opposition. Bit of difference there is in that and it's the difference that deems it cheating.

In my defence, it was a mite difficult not to gander at legs when said legs were attached to a fit redhead I used to court. Now if it'd been Terry's legs, reckon I would have lost my sight altogether and crashed fantastically into the nearest tree.

[miss-ginevra.livejournal.com]

When it comes to Quidditch, the opposition is the enemy.

Then Terry's strategy would've been as sound as effective as my own.