Which isn't common. Or, as my Father always said, "Common Sense Ain't."
Here are some of my favourites . . .
And now, my poem!
Common sense is not a gift,
It’s a punishment,
Because you have to deal with those
Who were not blessed with it!
Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we three besought,To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts--perhaps a grin?
So Jenny and Delores, we,
Have posted poems for you to see.
And now you've seen what we have brought . . .
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Next week, as the snowflakes start to swarm,
We three'll be dreaming Someplace Warm!
Short, sweet, and to the point! (and funny!) Well done, Diane :)
ReplyDeleteSomeplace Warm . . . now that is a wide open topic! Thank you.
Could be Heaven. Could be Hell. Hmm . . .
DeleteSmiling broadly. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou're most welcome, EC!
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