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Monday Melee in Rhyme

So, this week's melee is a rhyming one, eh? I'll fill in the blanks, and see what you say.

1. The Misanthtropic: Name something (about humanity) you absolutely hate.
Girls are mean
and take on a tone.
I wish they'd be nicer
and put down that phone.

2. The Meretricious: Expose something or someone that’s phony, fraudulent or bogus.
Those band kids who smile
and tip their hats
but when you aren't looking
they're behaving like brats.

3. The Malcontent: Name something you’re unhappy with.
My back is out
and makes me feel old.
My back is out
and I'd rather clean mold.

4. The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can.
I like Franklin Roosevelt
and I like Joan the martyr.
I like reading Steinbeck
but I love Jimmy Carter.

5. The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it.
My eyes are brown
and my hair is gray.
I swear not to dye it
because I like it that way.

6. The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for.
Just once in my life
without a special power
I wish I could see
a meteor shower.

Comments

dive said…
Hmmmm … Somehow I can tell you've been chaperoning band kids.

And I do hope your back gets better soon, Robyn. Cleaning mould? ICK!
8:38 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
There once was a man from Peru
Who loved to sail in his canoe

While thinking of Venus
he....

fill in the rest
9:53 AM
dive said…
RICH!!!!
10:33 AM
Gina said…
Back being out=bad. And, have you really never seen a meteor shower?

Go to Arizona, or out to a desert somewhere, and while it may not be a technical "meteor shower" you will see lots and lots of falling stars.
10:39 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
The versed version makes these things much more interesting. Mould..ugh.
12:35 PM
Miz Minka said…
Sorry about your back, get well soon!!!

Congrats on a Monday Melee well done. I can't rhyme worth a dime.

BTW, I got the easy slipper socks pattern up on my blog. Hope you'll give 'em a whirl.
4:59 PM
Free fer all Paul said…
hang in there sister.
5:52 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
I do hope your back is feels better soon. Do plenty of stretching.
7:22 PM
Anonymous said…
great job robyn, made me smile :)))
8:25 AM
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