just wondering

When did raindrops turn to jellybeans?
Why does the sky turn purple in the middle of the day?
Who found my watch in the sink?
Did you fall off the horse or did my elbow gouge your eye out?
Whose mitten is this?
If your dress were made of cotton candy, how would you wash it?
Why can't penguins eat at the Mexican restaraunt across the street?
Shouldn't everyone be wearing stripes today?
Where does the man in the moon keep his shoes?

These are questions I'm willing to get to the bottom of --
When can I sleep? --
some other day.

Feeling Ecclesiastical

Ever have that feeling? Words eager to splash onto a page . . . but nothing to say.

Nothing new under the sun. And if I did have anything to say, wouldn't it be vanity to expect anyone else to read it?