"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Eric Alder's Monday Photo Prompt 8-13-2012

Higgins Lake, a large lake in the middle of Michigan
Photo by Eric Alder

 There once was a sailor named Bob
Who sailed blue waters for the Mob
Whether in fresh or salt water
He did what he oughter
Cuz he didn't want a nosejob

Whether on a lake
Or bobbing in the sea
It's always fun to sail
Just you and me

Zihuatanejo, Guerrero Mexico
photo by Kathe Worsley


Stephen Hayes said...

Cuz he didn't want a nosejob." Reminds me of that awful scene in Chinatown where Jack Nicholson gets his nose sliced.

Kathe W. said...

oh yeah- I remember that scary movie! Didn't think of that!

messymimi said...

Ah, La Familia. They run parts of the area i came from, people have to be careful.

The second poem reminded me of an old favorite song, "Slow Boat to China."