So the Story goes...

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• April 7, 2020 at 9:58 am #5963
  The Snoot

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  Prune is tender and juicy,
  Yet in its core hides a pit,
  So hard, can break a tooth in one bite,

  The plains of Mars look crimson from afar,
  Or is just poorly equipped human eye?
  Snoot swam there on the back of big Belen,
  So pray child, to the whale’s wisdom listen,
  The pilgrims thrive in an olympian mouth.

  April 10, 2020 at 1:39 pm #5979
  Éric

  Keymaster

  Your Hairiness,

  Eternal Gloria to you. Could you enlighten our poor human mind, and tell us where is everybody, and if they have fun?

  April 10, 2020 at 4:01 pm #5980
  The Snoot

  Participant

  Fat Blue Whale sends her greetings
  Of bubbles tickling the dream
  For Snoot to dive in the stream
  Flowing to City Plaza
  Where hairy feet jumped on tiles.

  All of them had long feathers,
  And to solve your good riddle
  You must spiral on the One,
  To accept the world’s wonders,
  Where can hatch your three graces.

  Therein lies all your answers.

  April 10, 2020 at 4:07 pm #5981
  Éric

  Keymaster

  Oh, Snoot is sneaky. It speaks in riddles worse than Boss.

  Well, thanks anyway. I guess I can still try remove tiewing.

  April 11, 2020 at 11:35 am #5982
  Tracy

  Participant

  Dear Snoot.

  Can you help me get my limerick energy back?

  It hit the sack and now there’s a lack

  Of rhyme, and reason too

  It grew, then flew, and now there is too few new

  It’s choppy and sloppy and clumsy and bumsy

  and frankly, quite rubbish.

  Yours in anticipation in La Cuarantena

  April 12, 2020 at 10:20 am #5986
  The Snoot

  Participant

  Friend forgive the Snoot’s first try at limericks

  There was a Whale from the Sargasso Sea
  A big blue whale no one could see
  She stroke a deal
  To break her ordeal
  Now she’s the star of a Japanese meal.

  The blue Man gives another spin to thy quest

  Art is your journal of your world, of your societies, of your lives. It is your record of history. It has been your record of history long before you engaged alphabets. (Chuckles) Long before you engaged written words, art has always been your journal of history, and it continues to be now.
  The Blue Man E.

  For our enjoyment you may offer us a limerick about a friend at your market.

  April 12, 2020 at 8:13 pm #5990
  Tracy

  Participant

  Boot Sale Bob was a man at the market,

  Whose trailer collapsed when he parked it,

  He lit a cigar

  And looked at his car

  And said fuck it I’m done with this market

   

  April 18, 2020 at 6:18 pm #6060
  Éric

  Keymaster

  Dear Snoot,

  Do you know the center of your maze?

  Can you travel between threads of life?

  Can you teach us?

  — A mazed explorer.

  April 24, 2020 at 9:49 am #6068
  The Snoot

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  A Maze In Snoot

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