panjandrum

So she went into the garden
to cut a cabbage leaf,
to make an apple pie;
and at the same time
a great she-bear
coming up the street,
pops its head into the shop.
‘What! no soap?’
So he died,
and she very imprudently
married the barber;
and there were present
the Picninnies,
and the Joblillies,
and the Garyulies,
and the grand Panjandrum himself,
with the little round button at top;
and they all fell to playing
the game of catch as catch can,
till the gunpowder ran out
at the heels of their boots

Samuel Foote

anniversary, of sorts

Today marks the one year anniversary of this blog
it has been a fun, learning experience for me
met a lot of nice people and a few not so nice
also met more than a few with even stranger
viewpoints than those that hold me together

For all those who have stopped by this past year
I give you my deepest heartfelt thanks
For all those who have decided to follow along
I express a great sympathy for your suffering
through each of my feeble skramblings
And for all the shared comments what can I say
other than thank all of you very much and keep
them coming….I appreciate every comment
every like, every emoticon and even those who
stop by that I never know about.

THANKS FOR A GREAT YEAR!!!
Jerry