Today’s Words:
ore
strata
lazarette
ex-husband
windless
limerick
soup

If I were a rock, I could eat ore soup for breakfast. I would comment on my strata and show off my bulging metamorphic … oh drat, I don’t know enough geological lingo to finish that sentence with proper metaphorical jargon.

I’ll try a limerick.

There once was a girl from New York,
Who everyone thought was a dork.
She hated jelly beans,
But loved turnip greens,
And lived in a house made of pork.

She fell in love with a man from out West,
But he slowly became quite depressed.
He couldn’t be happy;
He always felt crappy;
He had no more zing, no more zest.

He began to resemble a mouse,
So his life she finally did douse.
She was glad to be free;
She made some mint tea,
And got back to work on her house.

Ok then.