It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again, and as I was looking up at the rainclouds, I was hit by an envelope. It seemed to come from nowhere, and inside was what I was expecting. Yes. It was Linda Hill’s prompt. Here is what it said. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “may.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!” I have to find out how she does the airmail thingy. In the meantime, if you want to have fun visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link.
https://lindaghill.com/2021/04/30/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-1-2021/
May by John W. Howell © 2021.
“Why are you standing out in the rain with your eyes wide open?”
“I’m trying to figure something out.”
“Like what?”
“How Linda Hill gets letters to drop out of the sky.”
“That is an obscure thing to ponder. What is going on?”
“This letter came floating down ad hit me square in the face.”
“Your prompt for this week.”
“Precisely.”
“How may I help you?”
“Did you read the prompt?”
“No.”
“May is the prompt.”
“Okay. So how may I help you.”
“Help me figure out how to have fun with the word ‘may.'”
“April showers bring May flowers?”
“Sheesh. That is going to get me nothing.”
“May the bird of paradise roost in your jammies and invite his family to a reunion.”
“Did you just make that up?”
“Yeah. Like it?”
“Loathe it.”
“May all your troubles be little ones.”
“That too.”
“May the wind be at your back and the road comes up to meet you.”
“Where are you getting this stuff?”
“Wait for it..”
“Don’t do the ‘May the force be with you.'”
“Shuckens you spoined it.”
“Shuckins?”
“May I buy you a beer.”
“The best one yet. May you live long and prosper.”
“Oh, Thanks. May your lips be wet and your pants dry.”
“I think that’s ‘feet’ dry. Poor Richard’s Almanac.”
“In your case, I think mine is more appropriate.”
“You’re going to get old too you know.”
“Hahaha. Let’s get the beer.”
“may I give you a lift.”
“Quit it.”
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We had a Prime Minister called May recently. Didn’t like her much. Be that as it may, old chap, it remains true that if it doesn’t blossom in April, in May the may may.
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😂 Thank you for that, Keith.
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🤤
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Somehow, I don’t think that “may the bird of paradise roost in your jammies” is going to catch on as a benediction. 😉
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I agree. Seems pretty dumb this morning. Thanks, Liz.
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I would say off-kilter–and really funny!
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You are very kind. Thank you. 😁
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Wonderful, John. Obviously, you’ve been influenced by Louisa May Alcott…
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Many years ago, Steve. I didn’t think she was still with me but as you point out I guess she is. 😁 Thanks.
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This is great, John. As long as that bird stays in the laundry bag, I think you may be OK.
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I think so too, Dan. Thanks.
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Good one, John. Happy Saturday!
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Thank you, Jill. Happy Saturday to you *sung to the tune of Land of a Thousand Dances by Wilson Pickett. 😁
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Another delightful dialogue, John. Here are my wishes for you and yours…
may laughter triumph
dancing around the maypole
this first day of May
😊
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Excellent, Gwen. I remember as a kid doing the Maypole thing. I think it went out of style when a Freudian Psychologist coupled the maypole with an acient fertility rite. 😂
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🤣
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There always Aunt May.
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Yes and Cape May too. 😁
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What a wonderfully-clever post about a post prompt.
You’re a misunderstood genius, John.
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I think the operative word is misunderstood. Thanks, Hook.
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Dry pants are always a good goal:)
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The best goal. 😂
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Probably so!
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Haha John! This part “Did you just make that up?” “Yeah. Like it?” “Loathe it.” As for me, I LOVE’d it. No shuckins about it 😉
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Thanks,Jill.
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May you have peace and long life and beer, John!
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Especially beer, Mary. I have peace and have lived 80 years. Thank you for the wish. ❤️
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So much fun! Bravo!
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Thank you, Susan.
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A getting old story! I love it!
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Yes, indeed.
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The banter is great. May you enjoy that beer. 🙂
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I get one a week so it is very enjoyable. 😁
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I think you May try to push the contents of that envelope to it’s natural limits John.
Hugs
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Thank you, David. I just may.
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May you always find a way to do these prompts! Hope you’re having a lovely Saturday!
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Thank you, Dale. I am having a super Saturday. It has rained all say for a total of five inches.
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Wow! Much needed, I am sure 🙂
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Oh yes. Broke out drought.
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Then a perfect day!
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Yes, indeed. Thanks, Dale
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😀
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May day, I don my green, jack the lad, Many a doxy I wish to bed, many a dream I wish to enjoy. Rough seafarers, may be misled, by trollops and lollygags. Can I be the Jack in the green. Strutting from my digs in the bishops Riggs, I show my style, my smile and the stuttering gait of one just returned from the sea. The whalers were for me, and there I would normally be, for a month or more, the sea my home, no shore, but landed here Glasgow, a glad town, the women free and my harpoon, stowed and not for me. Till another month has passed and so I don the green, Jack in the green. landed, and free. I strut the streets and drink the rum that has always been my fare since I left the farm, the land, for a life on the sea. It is the life for me. My father said no, my mother wept, but I ran from the bailiffs and Lords men on that dark night when I killed a man. I was jack the lad, the belle of the young boys ball, tall and handsome, Dark and dangerous and drunk, the doxy had a minder and I was drunk. My knife found his belly first then his chest and eye. The sea is the life for me, I don the green in honor, of those that died t get me here. the sea is the life for me.
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Funny stuff, John! Happy May! May you continue to come up with witty offerings such as this.
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Thank you, Pete.
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Great use of the prompt. Enjoy the beer, you earned it.
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Thanks, Craig.
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I’m a fan of several of your May sayings. May May bring nothing but good times.
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Thank you, Laura. 😁
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That may be your best one yet!
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Thank you, Barbara.
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This is funny, John. I agree with Barb, one of your best! May you have a great week ahead, too! 🙂
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Thank you, Lauren. Wishing you a fabulous week as well.
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May you always write such great SoS posts. Well done, John. This was fun!
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Thank you, Jennie.
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You’re welcome, John.
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SoS? Ha! SoCS, of course.
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Of course.
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😎
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This post was driving me to Cinco . . good thing it’s only three days away. 😉
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Yes, indeed.
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Closing in . . . only another couple exits
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Come on margarita.
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She’s a really interesting gal
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Hahahahaha.
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Ha!Ha! Wet lips, dry pants… I’m laughing out loud, John!
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I hope so. Thanks, Jan.
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This is my favorite: “May your lips be wet and your pants dry.” Love it!
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Hahaha. Thanks Marie.
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May I congratulate you on an entertaining post? 🙂
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Sure. May I thank you? 😁
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Yup. 🙂 You’re most welcome.
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Great
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