The Quing of Blossom could not be more haughty. To tell you the truth, she’s really quite snotty. Nose in the air, she simply can’t bear the rudeness of crudeness or anything naughty.
“This is my poem all about bears. It’s not about chickens. It’s not about pears. It’s not about clumsily tumbling downstairs. In fact, as I noted, it’s all about bears. The first part’s about a grizzly and panda taking high tea on a random veranda. The next part’s about a white bear most polar angrily […]
This is Ruth Plumly Thompson. She was chosen to continue L. Frank Baum’s Oz series after his death. I believe she wrote 18 Oz books in the 1920s and 1930s, and a very fine job she did. She carried on with great imagination, plots, characters, humor, and wordplay. She also loved adverbs. Adverbs positively preened […]
The Lord High Dulcimer’s in a tizzy. The weather’s gone wild. He’s awfully busy running the show from high to low. He’s racing in circles. He’s making me dizzy.