Twitarus
He was not pushed
He dared to fall and subsequently jumped,
Believing he could fly
...
He could not fly
So fell instead, broke both arms, his neck and skull
Oh’ what a silly boy
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Definitely a twit - so far so good. Should also be nominated for a Darwin Award....or perhaps if he was from my era, he was told that if he drew on a certain funny cigarette he would believe he could fly...doesn't quite work Neville, but it's the best I can do.....
.......... tis good enough for me Dave .. 🙂
A fine write N. lol. 'The Birdman'?!
Absolutely ... well not exactly .. but cheers Mr. O 🙂
Lmao!! Bloody brilliant. Thats really made me laugh out loud.
Must say, it did make me chuckle for a bit when I first caught sight of the little fella .. it was only on the way down, my smile turned into a frown ... but by then it was too late and .. writ 🙂
Just had a pre-dinner toddy Nev. and did I read Hic or see Us - - what a silly twitty to think without wings he could - - hic - -try flyin' me to the moon - - sorry 'bout my tiddly fun-reply - .......x
no apologies necessary my friend .. tiddly fun replies can be cool and are never frowned upon .. feel free to keep em coming 🙂
Ha ha - - no dwinkies for me at that time o' day Nev - - Hoping you realize twas all in good fun and with my fancy stirred by the read I got rather carried away by the swing and the beat in those Twitarus lines - - on the same wave length I am to your sense of humour .............x
reminds me of the saying, "you can't fix stupid". But you N, have a way of fixing a blank page. And fixed it right well you did. ; )
cor blimey guv .. many thanks indeed 🙂
Silly boy indeed, there are so few of us who can fly. LOL
Andy
... Write on brother, tis plain to see, there aint no flies on you 🙂
yes: we certainly are, aren't we
and not - so much, just metaphorically either, sadly
its that Icarus - of foolhardy heredity, I suspect...
that's a razor sharp wit you've cultivated my friend
you can recognise incisive humour
when the words paint a worryingly sobering reality
yet you're still - genuinely
laughing with unfathomable gaiety...
brilliantly executed!
a write I wish, I possessed the talent to pen: sincerely
a bit early in the week and day, I know
but cheers for the giggles anyway, my friend 🍻
............... ah' but sometimes, ya just have to wing it .. maybe ......................... sincere thanks and in abundance L.B .... Cheers indeed my friend 🙂
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