I think of you each day. I think of you at night. Do you think about me, darling, when you make love to your wife?
Phyllis and I are just back from the lakes. It was fabulous. I'm going to sort out the thousands of photographs we took, upload them to my computer and blog about the funkiest of weekends tomorrow.
Not only is today Fib Sunday, but it's also Window On Your World day. Depending on your global location, 5pm/17:00 has either passed or is looming. Please take part and remember to email your photograph to me, dear reader, at your earliest convenience. I hope to get all the images online by the middle of next week.
But back to today, 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.
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:
Math plus poetry yields the Fib.
Last time, Kapitano left us with the topic of Boom Bang-a-bang. My rockin' response:
Please sing instead, hen.
Don't boom! Chirp! Bang - and then we're done!
Living out a fantasy!