You ask me why I read a book.
There is no reason I can tell;
No word nor phrase can match the maze
Where my bedeviled fancies dwell.
Poetry
Cooking Up Fairies
When Wallie and I read today’s “Daily Prompt” the first thing I did was put Wallie in the kitchen with a plate of cookies and tell him to behave. If there is one thing Wallie is, it is not self-deprecating. He has a very high opinion of himself.
It can be awkward to share one’s strengths if you are insecure. Some people like to keep their cards hidden. I follow this line, preferring to show the product of my talent and see what others think without praising it myself. After all, it would be terribly awkward if you professed yourself the greatest poet who ever lived and then wrote, I don’t know:
“Tee-hee,” quoth she, and we were shot:
These classics without classic thought!
Bad Romance
The Immortal
Wallie on Weather
Wallie the Imp loves all sorts of weather. He is not particularly fond of rainy days and clouds, but he understands that they are a part of life without which all goblins and imps would die. So in honor of the four changing seasons, and to meet today’s Daily Post prompt, Wallie has applied to his penniless artistic friends for aid. One of them rose to the little fellow’s challenge. Here we share the result. It is not what we expected. To be fair, it never is.
Wallie on Animal Friends
Wallie the Imp and I were somewhat confused by today’s Daily Post prompt. Wallie refuses to let me call him a pet. Imps are not pets. They are personalities.
We had the good fortune to know a friend of a friend who does in fact own a small cat. He was good enough to send us material to help us with our post, promising a poem that would perfectly sum up his feelings for his animal friend.
Wallie and I were very excited until we read it.
The rest we leave to you…
Wallie the Imp on “O”
Wallie the Imp and a Respectable “O”
(Above)
Wallie the Imp is confident I cannot write a paragraph or two without once using the letter “O.” It isn’t that I dislike “O” or wouldn’t want to use an “O” as a matter of course, for it is a very practical and altogether useful sort of letter—only, “O” was the first vowel to come to his mind. It reminded him of doughnuts and Imps are, as you may know, absolute devils for doughnuts.
I can never resist a challenge. So—“O”—, and without further ado—
