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Butterflies and Bees

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“Hail the Monarch

King of the Flowers!”

He says to himself… Himself, that is.

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“Bzz!”  says the bee

“Buzz Off!

You Are Ruining My Photo Shoot!”

(Monarchs always enunciate and capitalize Their Words)

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“Bzzz, the nerve!”

“I Beg Your Pardon!”

“Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!”

(Oooo, the mouth on that bee!)

Monarch_bee_butterfly“Hmph!

Now Where Were We?

Hmph!  I Say Again.”

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“Ah Yes, I Remember”

*whistles Mr Williams’ “Imperial March”*

“Hail the Monarch!

King of the Flowers”

He says to Himself.

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As the Suet Spins..

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The continuing story of a bird, another bird, a third bird, some other birds, many many birds

and a little bit of suet.

It was a cold yet sunny day.

The wily woodpecker whistled..

“Mine! All mine! The suet is all mine!

Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!”

A woodpecker and suet in the snow..

“Ahem” the lady cardinal quietly coughed.

A female cardinal and a woodpecker.

“Yeeeeeeees?”

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“Did you..you…eat…all..of the suet!!!!!” the vivacious vixen gasped.

“I did! I did eat the suet!” whispered the woodpecker as he bowed his head in shame.

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“But I Still Adore You!” said the woodpecker in an overly dramatic capitalized way.

“Please!” he continued “Eat The Rest!”

“Okay, mmph, mmph, mmph.” she mumbled with a face full of suet.

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“Oh no! Your boyfriend is coming! I’m outta here!”

“Heeyyyyyyyyy!” Squeaked the Red One.

“You Vixen!” he squawked.

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“Oh Dirk!” She sobbed.

“I’m leaving you.”

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Dirk looked around in confusion.

He appeared to be all alone.

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(cue dramatic music)

Dadada Dum

Stay tuned until next time.

When Dirk meets a suspiciously scurrilous sparkling sparrow.

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Will he survive the suspicious scurrilous sparkling sparrow’s speech?

Will the vivacious vibrant vixen vamoose?

Will the wily woozy woodpecker wallow wearily with wanton whistles ?

Stay tuned..

As the Suet Spins..

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2015

9/11

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This is my mother standing on the World Trade Center’s 107th floor of the South Tower while it was being built. My father was an electrical engineer who worked on it and my mother bribed the construction workers to let her go up there.

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While she was up there taking photos, I drew little square elephants on some of the girders that were waiting to go to the higher floors.

I know logically they were lost in the devastation and tragedy of that day and I know that it matters not a bit.

But somewhere in the back of my mind where I’m still a very little girl, I picture my elephants dancing and playing with the souls of the lost.

And while I grieve for all, I wish for them an eternity of joy and love.

And peace.
Always peace.

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9/11 peace elephant.

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014

Happy Bardday!

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It is Shakespeare’s 449th birthday today! It is also my sister Yvonne’s birthday today. And while she’s not quite 449, she is getting close.

In their honor, I’ve decided to share some of my favorite Shakespearean stories with you.

Ahem.. voice check…me me me me…you you you you….

Okay, listen up now.

There once was a man from Nantucket

Who fell asleep in a bucket

The tide carried him out

And tossed him all about

And when he awoke he said “Oh F…..

Oh dear, that’s not Shakespeare, that sounds more like Yvonne..

My apologies, this one is definitely Shakespeare.

There once was a lord named Macbeth

For the King, he envisioned a death

His lady wandered about

The damned spot did not get out

And Macduff made him take his last breath.

That Shakespeare was a talented guy, Yvonne’s not too bad either (and she makes awesome cookies).

So if you have any spare time today, honor Shakespeare, carry on a conversation with a skull, wander about wringing your hands, be super dramatic on a balcony, cast the the die or dice if you have two, you could even throw on some tights and ruffles if you’d prefer.

Or instead you could honor Yvonne and eat some cookies. I mean really, English lit is wonderful and all but cookies doth be much better! If music be the love of food and all that…

Since Dummy doesn’t have any cookies, he went the Shakespearean route. I can’t figure out if he’s King Lear, Richard, Henry V or what. He seems to have Caesar’s die which doesn’t bode well for a peaceful day. I  had better go make him cookies before he pouts himself right off the stage. He is such a diva. He even stole my little harlequin doll’s pants so he couldn’t make an appearance. I think I’ll heckle him first..

Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I’ll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an’ you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you! More of your conversation would infect my brain.

Okay, now I feel better, I’m off to make cookies. have a good day all!

Shakesdummy©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013