The rare albino gnome is not easy to capture on film (or digital), but these gnomes are on a quest to capture the pooka that turned them albino. They said the pooka did it on a dare from a puck. They did not think it was a hockey puck, but they weren’t 100 percent sure. After all, they have been on this quest for several centuries now, with little success in finding the pooka. And only the pooka that made them albino can turn them back. Because they have had no luck in finding the pooka, they are turning to you for help. Should you come across the pooka that turned these gnomes albino, please contact them. Leave a message under a rock by a stream running backwards under the light of a new moon on a Thursday. It is important you use this exact gnomeclature when contacting them. Otherwise, the message will be lost. Thank you for your help.
Category Archives: Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish Friday: “Nobody gnomes the trouble I’ve seen”
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Photo finish Friday: “Fix me!”
Forlorn and sitting on the couch
a friend in need about the house.
A note, a fix, a hope today
that the friend can still play.
Attempts are made but none work.
Attempts are made but dog inert.
Forlorn and sitting on the couch
a friend in need about the house.
A note, a fix, a hope today
that the friend can still play.
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Photo finish Friday: “Yo, yo”
Yo, yo, I don’t know
but I’ve been told
mean ol’ homework
will rot my soul.
Yo, yo, I don’t know
but I’ve been told
mean ol’ chores
are an empty bowl.
Yo, yo, I don’t know
but I’ve been told
walkin’ to school
is hard on the sole.
Yo, yo, I don’t know
but so it goes
I done counted
and I have ten toes.
Yo, yo, I don’t know
and may never be told
when this silly rhyme
starts to get old.
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Photo finish Friday 2: “A kiss is just a….”
The Borg and the hologram went out on a date.
The Borg and the hologram were told not to stay too late.
At 7 of 9, things that night were still fine.
At 9 of 7, things next morning were not heaven.
A doctor was called; he appeared out of thin air
He examined the patients with a gruff, “I don’t care.”
“The Borg’s done for,” he said with a grin
For you see the hologram has gotten under her skin.
So let this be a tale of dating across lines
Because once you do cross, you may come back realigned.
[Editor’s / author’s note: This photo above appeared on Facebook from the Star Trek web site with a caption me request. My response was the poem, which just flowed out in about 10 minutes. I am not saying it is great quality, just a bit of rhyming whimsy. Strange how sometimes that happens.]
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Photo finish Friday: “Blue lights, blue questions”
Are these blue lights draped around a motorcycle engine the sign of a holiday police dragnet? A sudden K-Mart blue light holiday special buy? The remains of a collision of a motorcycle and a Christmas tree (including the candy cane)? Picasso in a new blue period just in time for the holidays? A physical manifestation of the ghost of Elvis opining that he will have a Blue Christmas without you? Whatever it is, it is a little larger than your average stocking stuffer.
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