The Tea Lady went mad with a drill:
forty-eight holes in a box to fill?
Made the Maker go bonkers as well:
instead of Sawdust he tried like hell
to put together rhythm and rhyme.
To which I answer: "O what a crime"! :D
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The poems, they are multiplying
and all the box turners are crying.
All tea lady can say
Is "guys! Call it a day"
or your brain cells, they'll be over frying.
:PANCAKES:
Fry away, T. L., that was good fun.
Better than turning, I love the pun. :wink:
Once the rhyming bug's bit,
Poor scansion is often what's writ.
And, sadly to say,
this could go on all day...
So please quit before you get hit. :rolleyes::p
To the thread I came to see boxes of wood
That the best and the worst would show what they should
But now the thread’s been hijacked as much as it could
By the mob down under, neighborhood by neighborhood :q:D:D:D
O no
what have I started :doh:
I've done 'em. :cool2:
At least I've finished the finials. Even did 2 spares, so I now have 50 finials. :cool: Now I think I'll make the box again. Which is pretty dumb, cos I only did 50 finials cos I drilled to many holes.:doh: But I think 48 finials will be too many. Maybe I'll do 2 boxes with 25 finials in each.:D
Or you could do another box with 48 holes and do 46 more finials. :D
But then the box you already have.... hmmmm
put it next to the other ones and call it "plucked"