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What can one say about Jemby when addressing the ruling assembly? He’s a goblin, it’s true, and he isn’t one, too. It’s enough to make one all trembly.

While pondering a rhyme for thimble, reject at all costs using bimble. Your brain might be considered nimble if it went with a word like symbol, the same, but different, from cymbal. There is, of course, no word spelled simble which brings us back to the unword bimble which you must not rhyme with thimble.

The Wand of Life removed the tamale pie in its ruddy earthenware casserole from the oven, placed it on a crocheted potholder at the center of the mahogany table, and admired the heat-glazed golden amber color of the cornmeal topping. “Kids!  Dinner!” she called. “I don’t want any!  I ate four boxes of Milk Duds […]

Here’s Dosh, the hutkeeper, lost in dreams. Her quest? To solve rain riddles, it seems. How long will it take? Will her frail mind break? When she opens her eyes, a madness there gleams.

While the other socks clumped together and gossiped in the hamper, the angular sock eased under a pillowcase and brooded. No one liked her, not even her partner. The angular sock clearly heard her partner jabbering and complaining to the others about the angular sock’s shortcomings. Her stripe was flawed. Her toe had that awful […]

Oh, what a fool is the Fool called Fatch. For this grouchy old jester there is no match. I’ll tell you that it’s his jingle bell hat driving him straight to the looney bin hatch.

The oh so pure and crystal clear little marble orb, fair glowing with pride, presented herself to be gilded by feathery brushes and lifted into the place of honor at the apex of the centerpiece on the Royal Table in the Hall of Kings there in the Queen‘s castle. Jack came by at ten to […]