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Laughing Along With a Limerick — Variations on a Theme

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Esther Chilton has a prompt where she challenges us to craft a humorous limerick.

This week Esther has given us the word “sing.” I actually wrote two limericks this week that are essentially variations on the same the theme. I thought the first one might have been a bit too crude so I wrote a second one that be more suitable. Are you ready?

Limerick One — the crude one:

I always wanted to sing like a bird
But my singing voice stinks like a turd
People begged me to stop
My singing was clearly a flop
My voice was the worst voice they heard

Limerick Two — the mild one:

It was karaoke night at the bar
And I wanted to sing like a star
But when I picked up the mic
They yelled “Go take a hike!”
My career singing rock didn’t go very far

If you had to pick one, which would you choose?

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SoCS — Sing Like a Canary

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Our challenge for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill is  the word “sing.”

Detective Fred Morrisey leaned across the metal table, his fingers drumming slowly like a ticking clock. “I’m going to make you sing like a canary before this day is over.”

Seated opposite Morrisey was a wiry man named Trent Marlowe. Marlowe stared back at his interrogator with a confident smirk “Give it your best shot, Detective.”

“You were seen leaving the warehouse at 2:14 in the morning,” Morrisey said, voice flat, cold. “Two minutes before it went up in flames. Want to explain that timing?”

“I like walks,” Trent said, shrugging. “City’s peaceful at night.”

Morrisey slid a photo across the table showing the charred remains of a human body, a burned ledger, and the unmistakable heel of a boot. “Size eleven. Same tread as yours.”

Trent’s smirk faltered slightly.

“I’ve got a dead security guard and a kid in the hospital with third-degree burns, Trent. I’m not here for your games,” Morrisey growled, leaning closer. “You lit that fire. Tell me why.”

Trent’s jaw clenched. Silence stretched.

Then, barely above a whisper, he muttered, “It wasn’t supposed to go that far. I was told the place was empty. No one was supposed to get hurt. Just a scare. Just, you know, for the insurance.”

Morrisey sat back down, folding his arms. “That’s the first honest thing you’ve said all night.”

When Morrissey left the interview room, his precinct captain stopped him. “Good going, Fred, you made that fool sing like a canary.”

“That’s what I do, boss. I take these perps and make ‘em sing like choir boys.”

“Great, Fred,” the captain said. “Now go back in there and have him sing you the name of the guy who paid him to torch the place.”

Outcome Is Still Pending

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It’s been a tough couple of weeks leading up to the U.S. presidential election this past Tuesday. And still, we sit in suspense three days later waiting for the fat lady to sing so that we’ll finally know, definitively, what the final outcome will be.

I surmise that in his zeal to stay in office (and potentially to avoid prosecution for his crimes), Donald Trump will pull out all the legal stops to try to invalidate what stands now as a four million vote lead in the popular vote and a narrow Electoral College victory.

His divisive rhetoric, his claims of fraud with no supporting evidence, his unjustified lawsuits, and his threat to have the Supreme Court, rather than American voters, decide the election, are intended to cast doubt on the legitimacy of the election and to further divide the country and to stow discontent.

This behavior alone is enough to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Donald Trump does not deserve to serve another four year term as President of the United States. In fact, it proves that he shouldn’t have been elected to serve a first term.

Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (couple), Ragtag Daily Prompt (suspense), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (surmise), and Your Daily Word Prompt (zeal).