Look what happened to Fib Sunday

Jabberjaws, mes amis!

It's that awkward day again, the day that comes between Saturday and Monday. Yes, it's Tuesday. But just for now, we're going to pretend it's Sunday - and that can mean only one thing! Yes, it's Fib Sunday!

If you don't know what's going on or indeed what Fib Sunday is, click here to read the original instructions. Go on, you know you want to.

Go on!

In brief:

1) I take the topic as given in last week's final entry, write a Fib and give a new topic.
2) Your reply to the topic is in the form of a Fib in the comment section.
3) You then supply the next topic.
4) The next visitor replies with a Fib on the newly given topic and then provides a new topic and so on...

A Fib is a six line, twenty syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8. The only restriction on a Fib is that the syllable count follow the Fibonacci sequence. An example of a classic fib:

One
Small,
Precise,
Poetic,
Spiraling mixture:
Math plus poetry yields the Fib.

Last time, Rand left us with the topic of daily, necessary tasks. I offer:

Rise,
Wash,
Get dressed,
Pack my lunch,
These, I can handle;
But the daily wank is a chore.

Next topic:

The Queen of corned beef and salami.