It was a Saturday morning and the Rascal of Boys outside was louder than a
Gaggle of Women.
Now all you men know what the Impatience of Wives is like.
My wife is worse than a Damning of Jurors who produce
the Shrewdness of Apes
while a Superfluity of Nuns look on in horror.
Now in my Sloth of Bears state I didn’t feel like going out, but the
wife threatened me
in her Unkindness of Ravens manner and I being the Hill of Beans
she married had no choice.
On my way to the market, I saw a Gaggle of Gossips talking to an
Abominable Sight of Monks
who were griping about the Herd of Harlots across the street.
The Doctrine of Doctors was
that a Sentence of Judges should be passed down on the wretched women.
I personally
didn’t care and with the Hastiness of Cooks I passed by.
The market was a busy place on this particular Saturday because a
Tabernacle of Bakers
were giving away free goodies while a Poverty of Pipers played
an exciting tune.
I picked up my groceries and decided to stop by Labor of Moles on the way home.
I heard a Business of Ferrets taking place and slowly backed out the door.
This was just another Untruth of Summoners my boss had come up with.
On my walk home, I witnessed a Fighting of Beggars.
They were a Mustering of Storks and a poor one at that!
The Clutter of Kittens I saw some
children playing with, about a block from my home, made me a
Dule of Doves for I had
still not been able to Pass of Asses the loss of my Timberten.
Seeing other cats always
Kindle of Kittens feelings in me and leaves me with a Smack of Jellyfish
of longing for my childhood days.
Once arriving home, I heard the sound of Fusillade of Bullets
and would have
thought it Murder of Crows to enter, but I knew it was only my son
playing video games.
Besides, to walk into a house of Mute of Hounds would make me
Trip of Goats
like a Neverthriving of Jugglers Tissues of Lies at a Baptism of Fire.
My wife seemed like she was Ostentation of Peacocks a Charm of Finches
when I entered the kitchen. She asked if we could go watch the
Paddling of Ducks
and Team of Ducks later. I’d rather watch a String of Ponies
myself, but I sided with her, as she was Hand of Bananas a
Shock of Corn Quiver of Arrows
she had found in the garage.
Later that afternoon we took off for the park.
There was a tree shaped like a Gam of Whales, a Band of Men playing a cheerful tune, and a
few College of Cardinals handing out fliers. A Knot of Toads
kept time with the band while a Parliament of Owls
showed up to watch the amazing
Wedge of Swans fly by.
Finally, that night, I had a dream where a Host of Angels were
carrying out a Worship of Writers. This made me smile, as I was glad I had
previously written about my day ☺
By, Tiffany Simar
12/8/14