Missing the Daily Prompt – Word of the Day, Integrity.
You gallivant about the joint
As if you own the place
Never offer any help
It’s frankly a disgrace.
I’d say you’re just a passenger
You’ve just come for the ride.
I get so angry sometimes
The anger’s hard to hide.
You’ll go gallivanting
And expect a welcome back
It’s me that’s left to do the work
And take up all the slack.
While you’re off gallivanting
Caught in your social whirl
It’s me that’s left to clear things up.
It makes me want to hurl!
via Gallivant
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Today’s word of the day is Gallivant.
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Meh!!
They messed around within WordPress,
Missing my Daily Prompt.
Others just got on with it
But I’m left out of joint.
’Meh’ is kind of the word for it
It’s kind of how I feel.
Not quite feeling up to it
Not quite up to the mark.
I needed something to shake me up
Maybe this is it?
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Today’s Word of the Day is Meh.
I have to dedicate my first Word of the Day to Cheryl, from The Bag Lady
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What stubborn nature left you there
Stark, standing separate from the shore?
White, defiant of time and tide,
Three lonely stacks against the shore?
And did you witness dinosaurs
Who roamed the white Jurassic rocks?
Did pirates hide within your lee
Or Vikings flounder In their boats?
Are you miscreant turned to stone
The action of time and tide on rock
Named for Old Harry the Devil himself?
I only know I love to stare
And see you standing off this shore
Bright jewels of Purbeck’s perfect coast.
For some the pursuit of pleasure
Is the purpose of their life.
Others must have meaning
Their hopes to realise.
Pleasures can be fleeting
Pleasures do not last.
Pleasures can not satisfy
They disappear too fast.
Set your cap for happiness
And sometimes you will fail.
Search instead for meaning;
For that’s a wiser trail.
Some days are punctuation;
A comma, full stop, paragraph
Or even a chapter’s end.
You have to pause
And take a breath.
Gather strength
And then move on.
Retrospect?
With due respect
I’d barely even started yet!
They took the Daily Prompt away
But haven’t really told us why.
It helped a lot
– it got me views
And now it’s gone.
That’s such bad news.
via Retrospective
Dosa is a kind of pancake made from a fermented batter. Its main ingredients are rice and urad beans. Dosa is part and parcel of the South Indian diet and popular all over the Indian subcontinent. Traditionally, Dosa is served hot along with sambar and chutney. It can be consumed with idli podi as well.
I like a masala omelette
They’re a good way to start the day
But I fancied trying a dosa
Breakfast the Indian way.
So we got up early that morning
Slipping out the hotel
And went to a nearby eatery
To give the dosa a try.
I don’t know what possessed us
Why we got one so big
But we went for a family dosa
When it came it was four foot long.
I started slowly from my end
My wife started slowly from hers
We hoped we’d meet in the middle
But it really looked quite a task.
Daunting but breakfast is breakfast
We could only do our best
I picked slowly from my end
And my wife picked slowly from hers.
We could feel the stares of the locals
Feel them stealing a look
But one of them came to our rescue
By ordering one of his own.
But he didn’t begin as we had
Nibbling away from the end
With a deft blow of his hand to its middle
He broke the dosa in two
And as the truth of our error now struck us
He proceeded to break it all up.
We smilingly did as he’d done
And the locals all smiled at us!
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