Sunday, August 31, 2014

Inky, Pinky. Ponky

Yes, August does have thirty one days. It's September, April, June and November that have thirty days, because all the rest have thirty one days, except for February alone, which has but  twenty eight days clear and twenty nine in each leap year. May well be that something with rhyme is an option for a Compost Naming Sentence. With just seven words, that might not be easy to achieve. Perhaps I should have fourteen Compost Piles.

I've always liked, "Inky-Pinky-Ponky, Daddy Bought a Donkey. Donkey Died, Daddy Cried. Inky-Pinky-Ponky."  It's simple, it's straight forward, it has an element of tragedy, it has a certain cynicism. you can almost hear the shrug, but more important it's easy to remember. There are no far flung ideas, there are no Turkey Vultures and Goddesses. There's just a Donkey dying, an upset father and what must be a truly obnoxious and uncaring child of some sort

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