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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Magpie Tales #115....


image by Manu Pombrol

There once was a man from Mars
Who loved to read in glass jars
Not a Mason, a Ball or a Weck
What the heck?
I prefer the ones made by Kerrs
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27 comments:

  1. Laurel's Quill8:31 AM

    Very nice limmerick!! Are you a canner, Kathe? I did so much as child, forced to sit under a tree and peel peaches, the sight of Mason jars...shiver... LOL! Have a great day! Laurel

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  2. JJ Roa Rodriguez8:53 AM

    cool write!

    JJRod'z

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  3. Unknown9:14 AM

    LOL once I realised what Masons were it made me laugh thanks for the smiles x x

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  4. rel9:22 AM

    Mason or Weck
    I don't really Kerr,
    As long as the produce
    is fresh,as it were.

    Delightful limerick Kathe!
    rel

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  5. Maggie10:04 AM

    This is why I always enjoy stopping by. Terrificly witty.

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  6. Arooj10:47 AM

    Oops! What an image.

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  7. Little Nell11:24 AM

    Yours was from Mars, mine from Dunbar:) Lovely witty words.

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  8. Unknown12:02 PM

    You certainly live up to your billing.... 'snappy repartee'. I love this limerick, Kathe. It is so well seasoned. Thanks for sharing.

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  9. stephen Hayes12:03 PM

    Fun, and totally appropriate with this picture. I've heard there is no rhyme for "orange." I wonder if this is true.

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  10. Laurie Kolp12:27 PM

    Haha... love it! I did a limerick, too.

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  11. Tess Kincaid1:17 PM

    Hey you know your glass jars!

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  12. Mark Windham1:18 PM

    wonderful limerick

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  13. Brian Miller3:09 PM

    heh i have drank out of a few in my day, growing up in the sticks...but...nice limerick...smiles.

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  14. Unknown11:48 PM

    nice, a limerick. Fun read. thanks

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  15. Silent Otto 4:52 AM

    Each to their own jar, i raise mine to you, regards, Jar Jar Binks

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  16. Carrie Van Horn9:35 AM

    Love it!!!! :-)

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  17. The Blog of Bee9:37 AM

    This is fun.

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  18. Helen11:53 AM

    I'm thinking you come from a long line of 'home caners.'

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  19. Helen12:03 PM

    Oops, you probably don't do chair caning ... I bet generations of women in your family loved to can all sorts of veggies, fruits, pickles!

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  20. Helena12:49 PM

    Nice! Wittywoo's! I love a good 'rick!

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  21. kaykuala6:05 PM

    Great limerick, Kathe! Hilarious read!

    Hank

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  22. Lydia3:27 AM

    Haha. Cute (the icky picture doesn't deserve such cuteness!). Yours is the only one I've read, as I thought I would get around to doing one Monday night-Tuesday morn. Such is not the case, however, and I'm calling it a night!

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  23. Stafford Ray1:14 PM

    Kath, you did well with such a difficult subject. Your talent needs bottling!

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  24. ~T~3:52 PM

    What the Weck?
    Thanks for a jarful of fun.

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  25. Doctor FTSE11:17 PM

    Thank you, Kathe. They're just "jars" to me.

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  26. susan m hinckley8:02 AM

    hahahahaha! Well done (and fun)

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  27. Linda2:26 PM

    Cool! That is a very cute verse, and goes well with odd picture.

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