“That’s just adding insult to injury!”
He had said to me
‘injury + insult = ?’
I thought long and hard
But, couldn’t work out the answer.
I ran after him.
“What did you mean when you said that I was ‘adding insult to injury?’ ” I called out when I was alongside the tall, stately looking man.
He never slowed his pace; but, talking across to me, he answered: “I meant that you not only hurt my pride but you insulted my intelligence.”
“So, it wasn’t a mathematical equation?” I uttered.
He stopped and looked at me. “You’re weird!” He stated. Then turned his back upon me once more. He strode off without a backwards glance (again).
I let him go.
I mulled this over.
“He could have something there.”
I thought further.
‘injury + insult = weirdness!’
“No. That makes little sense. He was just winding me up.”
I walked off, mumbling to myself.
“insult… injury… weird… injury… insult… ”
People watched the young man curiously as he wended his weird way up the street.
Such is life.
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A man walks into a laundrette and asks the lady there: “Have you got anything that will remove nasty stains from society?”
The lady replies: “Splinge!”
“Splinge?” Queries the man.
“Yes – and now with added Gribble-Tang!”
NB The World’s Woes cannot be easily solved – but, a laugh can help you to deal with a little of them for a little while – I try to see the lightness when all around may be less than bright. G:)
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It’s 2014 and ‘I’ am commemorating ‘Eep!’
Look before you leap
As still waters run deep
Swear words go bleepity-bleep
Climb the paths upon mountains steep
Who knows what is out there for you – take a Peep
you can only sow from what you reap (and don’t fear the reaper)
When in bed and counting sheep / Pray the Lord your soul to keep
Roadrunner and his immortal ‘Beep! Beep!’
And our little lives (and this poem) are ended with a sleep