The Wordle
THE SUNDAY WHIRL
asks us to use all the words in the Wordle
STRATEGY
Smug, the spinning spider sits.
Watching, waiting with his wits.
In the sunshine, ruddy, mellow,
Looking such a harmless fellow.
Subliminal thoughts just flow and ebb
As he sits quite still in his web.
He is the living fulcrum of
The spider-web we've come to love.
Silence reigns. But a gullible fly
Has seen fit to flutter by!
Just a shudder, just a rustle.
The spider hardly moves a muscle.
Then suddenly, he breaks the hush
With a most untidy rush!
Soon he has fly-pie for dinner!
One's a loser, one's a winner!
*
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A Simple Alphabet
TURKEY
A farmer from wild Albuquerque
Decided to pose as a turkey
But he took quite a chance
When he did the wrong dance
And his turkey-trot proved to be jerky!
*
