Gaming the system

Headlong dives. Yep That’s what this is. Startling or interesting is OK, but, please, not terminating. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

If play is the thing, Time is the essence.

So where’s the time – as the Walrus said, (overheard by Lewis Carroll)

“To talk of many things:”

(Babble. Seasonal beverages tend to bubble into babble.)

Of flip flops –and cruise ships–and screaming of wax

(Well, it is summer. Swimsuit season…)

Of cabbage heads–and those who run for King.

(Difficult to distinguish between the two at times.) 

“And why the sea is boiling hot–“

(Global warming. Sun cooling. Endless mumbling.)

“And whether pigs have wings”

(Seriously? Removing product labels showing the origin of meat products because the World Trade Organization and big corporations don’t like it?)

“But wait a bit,” the Oysters Bloggers cried,

“Before we have out chat;

For some of us are out of breath,”

And attention spans are fading fast.

(Bludgeoned to death by overly emotional, hysteria building, scandal seeking media.)

Not really the US Congress or Administration. Although similarities easily seen.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Summer tends to turn heads towards frivolity.

(Fingers crossed this little offering is game, not gamy.

So much foul already around.)

A simple challenge for readers (and those slipping in between lines).

You know how woolen winter layers, warm heavy socks, and straight-laced shoes get put aside for a more seasonal loose-fitting something with sandals or feats bare during summer?

Why not lighten up blogging a bit, too?

Trade out commenting’s heavy word load for bare briefs and skimpy dressing downs?

Let me entertain you. Let me make you smile.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Create a comment of no more than 8 words.

 And in response I’ll attempt the same.

(I heard that snort of disbelief…I’m standing right here, you know.)

Some say, if you can’t write your idea/thought on the back of a business card, you don’t have a clear idea.

Good for sales people, perhaps, but bloggers?

We’ll see how it goes with this post and maybe the next one(s).

(Even if HRH RC Cat is making face of the miffed. “Her words being so treasured by the Realm’s subjects. Selfish to deny them small pleasures…”)

Time has come today.

Clocking it. Are you game?

You’ve got your script. Let the play begin.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

HEY. The game is 8 Word Comments, remember?

Oh, Ok. You can bend the length a bit…

Make up a few words. Creative vocabulary allowed. 

It’ll all be fine. (Promise? About time for that.)

A fine trick: keeping all that up in the air. This magician seems to have disappeared without a trace except for this poster. The rabbit turned him in? Birds just flew the coop when they had the chance.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

 

 

 

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