Welcome to the strange play on words,
just acrobats of quips about two thirds,
A circus of literally just puns.
Wait … I meant, a showcase of literary puns
Every element is relevant in this plot,
except, we’ll be shooting stones with birds
A writer walks into a bar and leaves the door ajar …
Welcome to the strange play on words,
just acrobats of quips about two thirds,
A circus of literally just puns.
Wait … I meant, a showcase of literary puns
Every element is relevant in this plot,
except, we’ll be shooting stones with birds
With his tiny little feet, he stepped on tiny pebbles across the shores, that little boy Timothy, and he kept stomping on them and kicking them away one after the other. It was fun. Monkeying around on the sand and throwing pebbles into the blue and calm ocean. Wooop they went. He rejoiced every time … Continue reading The Green On The Mountain
Stories, poems and thoughts
Live, Love, Travel and Laugh (Proudly Pinoy)
light verse and much, much worse
The littlest of things make the most interesting stories.