Author Archives: julieunicorn16

Fifty years as an educator, Laryngitis my dictator, No wonder, you see, Remedial recorder was so me, I taught, in ascending order, Everyone to hate the recorder, This was not a needed a lifehack, Flowing tuneless songs, alack, Boys did the unmentionable, My eardrums now laughable, “Three Blind Mice” played so badly, Got them throughContinue reading “Remedial Recorder.”

Scanning mystic spirituality, Part of family tapestry, Dead Grandma Society, Craving for robust cups of tea, Very vocal group, each lady, Neat, petite, but so snippy, Did they wave in my dreams? Waking or not, angels, it seems, “Lips zipped!” Great-grandma did say,, Many long years since she passed away, Spirits signs to soulmates shared,Continue reading “Mystic Zen.”

Capitalism Self-destruction, or mere glitch, In transportation.

Wearing such panache, Great buns passing as you dash, Cute kissable chap.

Fairies. (Things my mother taught me.).