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

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

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Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

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But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.

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This will hurt me...

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