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This is an emergency message of ThePearLady blog network. The owner of this blog is currently ‘suffering’ from Turkey Overdose Syndrome. She’ll recover in a few hours after the tryptophan* wears off, hopefully.
Thank you for your time, patience and understanding.
We now return you to your regular programming (or lack thereof).
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*disclaimer: this part is my lame attempt at humor. I’m aware of the fact that tryphtophan is not really the cause for turkey sleepiness. I’m just being silly.

It’s Pear’s Trivia Mini-Hour: a game of “Did you know?…”

**I can cook! Yeah, occasionally this statement is true. (Surprise!) My turkey turned out so wonderfully today I’m still bursting with pride (well, bursting physically, too – LOL). Anyone want a turkey sandwich? mmm, it’s good. ūüôā

For those people that can think today, here’s a link to a Thanksgiving Quiz. I got ten right, myself (which is “turkeyrrific!” but received only half¬†marks¬†for forgetting¬†my presidential trivia. Oops!) ūüėõ

To those visitors celebrating, may you have a Happy Thanksgiving. To everyone else, may you have a Happy Day (where at least one thing goes well)!

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Exercising my poetic license

The poet within (or lack thereof) has been awakened again. Lord, help the world. Robin @ the Pensieve brought it out in me (so it’s her fault – LOL). This entry is part of a whole bunch of poetry nuts, I mean enthusiastic poets. Here’s¬†our license to write:


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Immediately, on sign-up day, this poem leapt from my brain to my fingers to the screen.

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I
can
not write
though I try
it does not
work and I
haven’t
a clue
what
to
do.

By: The Pear Lady c2007

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Only thing bad is it’s not¬†in limerick form. But, it’s liked, so I re-posted it here. I’ve since worked on getting past Nantucket¬†limericks and am ready to show some thanks.

Let’s see…*thinks*

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There once was a lady of pear
Whom couldn’t pick out a thing to wear
She had a jumble of clothes
But she couldn’t make since of those
So, a-sorting she decided she must do.
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Hey, I did it. Yeah, I realize it may not be the greatest, not exactly giving thanks, but allow me to explain.¬†I’m cleaning up to enjoy turkey day in a¬†better environment.¬† But, fortunately, my¬†mind hasn’t¬†stopped there.

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It’s true I love a game about balls
The good-looking guys have me crawling the walls
They distract me so well
If only I could tell
That one of them would actually give me any calls.

–Whether I’m referring to soccer or footballs or “other”…they’re all playing this time of year, for which¬†I’m thankful. Dedicated to all those minds that sometimes venture in the deep end. >:-)
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Then, I temporarily fried my brain and this one came out…

Limericks are asked for as poems this week
This rhyming definitely is not for the meek
For mad it may drive me
As I sing and type insanely
If I do much more you may be likely to shriek.

–“No! please no more!”, the crowd cries as I howl with maniacal laughter. Besides,¬†there’s hope¬†of something¬†better soon.

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Swampy said “won’t you please write poems¬†with me”
A gaggle of followers commented instantly
Some go for the funny and silly
Others are caring religiously
It’s a good guarantee you’ll find something you like to see.

–That one¬†is showing thanks¬†to our hostess Robin, for starting¬†us all on a grand adventure.¬†ūüôā¬†
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Thanksgiving day is drawing near
For some, it is a favorite time of year
After you stuff yourself silly
You go to sleep or watch the “telly”
And, usually end up asking why’d I do that again?!

–Dedicated to the silly and kids at heart. ūüėČ
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And, finally, to all…

Thanks be praised to one and all here
May you be blessed with family and friends near
Have plenty to eat
Entertainment so sweet
And, smile at your troubles at least one day this year.

Yes, the challenge says “one”, but¬†the sign said “no rules!”,¬†hence the¬†story of limericks. Anyway, they’re all my best and¬†give thanks in their own way. Now, my limericks are¬†done. Mission accomplished. “G’ bye, I’m going out to play.” LOL Pardon me, I’ve just channeled poet Shel Silverstein.¬†¬†ūüėȬ†

By the way, you can see more thanksgiving poetry by clicking here. And, you may comment on my poetry, too (below).

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