I've got all the money I'll ever need, if I die by four o'clock.

Cherries. Sorell Fruit Farm. December 2012.

Theme Thursday? Already?!?

So she said, "Have you got ANTS in your pants?"

"No."

"Spiders on your Ryders?"

"Uh uh."

"Snails up your veils?"

"Nope."

"Gnats in your spats?"

"Nein."

"Fleas on your keys?"

"Negative."

"Bugs under your jugs?"

"..."

"Roaches over your broaches?"

"Not at all."

"Nits in your knits?"

"How dare you sir!"

"Grasshoppers in your jodhpurs?"

"Now you're just being silly."

"Crabs infesting your prefabs?"

"Absolutely not."

"Crickets in your chicots?"

"That's a stretch."

"Slugs under your rugs?"

"Better."

"Praying mantis in your... in your..."

"Keep trying."

"Acanthodrilidae... Danaus plexippus... Ischnura heterosticta..."

"Take it easy pal. Take it easy".

Berries. Sorell Fruit Farm. December 2012.

Comments

Susan said…

Haha!
Do not even think of leaving, sell your dialogues and stay.

11 January 2013 at 20:16

Irene said…

What a clever post.

12 January 2013 at 11:43

Mrsupole said…

Hi Kris,

That sure is a lot of creatures listed in the rhymes. I love rhyming and think you did a great job. I kept thinking I would do something with "Ants in my pants" but went another route.

I love fresh fruit and veggies. But I am trying to figure out what those see through fruit things are. I am not even sure if I have ever seen them before. They look so delicate and delicious.

Happy TT and hope you are having a fantastic weekend although judging by the fires I see on the news that maybe a safe weekend is more important. So please stay safe and keep us posted.

God bless.

12 January 2013 at 23:00

Pratibha said…

haha .. wherever did u come with such awesome rhymes ;)

18 January 2013 at 23:43

Kris McCracken said…

Susan, still here!

Irene, cheers.

Mrsupole, it is an albino variant of the redcurrant, often referred to as white currant.

Niume, it was hard work!

22 January 2013 at 13:32

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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