Woof! says Fido to me
You understanding any more of that cryptic poetry stuff
Even though it's difficult for you
Having only three brain cells?!
Nope, I reply
Still not got the foggiest ideas
Not got any further
With unravelling cryptic-ness
Enigmas, riddles, or puzzles, etc.
Well, keep writing rubbish at times, Fido says to me
Sometimes they get more Faves than when you sing
In your other poems
Though I'm not surprised
Sitting here with me earplugs in (Fido, that is)
And must ya sing them 20 times each?
Well, I'm practicing them, I reply
And also to annoy KP, of course!
LOL
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An update of mad adventures. lol.
- Category: Humor
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Another fun read that brightens the morning but as to the cryptic stuff I think you might be sleeping on us I am going to have Soman do an AI analysis of your writes. I think that buried in them is a code to the deep meanings of the universe and all books of wisdom. In key letters they probably reveal the wisdom of God .What better code than hymns interspersed with a little good old earthly fun. Well done my friend
Thank you SB. Yes, probably the Da Vinci Code, whatever that is exactly, within the nutty verses.
You are a sly one Orchi with more upstairs than you let on.
As I said to Arqios, I should ask Fido more! lol. He knows 99% of everything.
And would AI blow a fuse, interpreting nuttiness?!
A truly enjoyed read O🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you A. I should ask Fido more about cryptic stuff - he's the fount of 99% of all wisdom, knowledge, learning, etc!
Enjoy the read
Thank you F.
Orchi, this started with cryptic poetry and somehow ended exactly where it should...with complete chaos. 🤣 I can practically see Fido wearing industrial-grade ear protection while you explain why the twentieth rendition is absolutely essential. Meanwhile, Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus has wandered in carrying three gallons of spinach pudding, Dingo Dickie (he's not even sure who he is 🤷♂️) has arrived with a sack of knitted turnips and a kazoo, and neither of them understands the poem either. I can imagine Fido taking one look at the lot of them, sighing deeply, and asking if anyone has considered just chasing a squirrel instead. 🤣 #FakeWorldProblems Wonderful write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Doh! Why people faving this rubbish?! lol.
Fun write Orchi.
Thank you Gold.
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