When I was a kid, if you threw a tantrum and were mad at the world and letting everyone know it, someone was likely to say “why don’t you go out in the yard and eat worms?” Mary’s carrot/kelk muffins are probably very similar.
Nance starts off the new year with a home run, with Wilbur Weston channeling Charlton Heston. Huzzah! But a big BOO to Karen Moy for starting the year off with a bait-and-switch, cheating us of Zak's cousin's wedding. Have you no shame, KM?!
Mary, Wilbur needs something stronger than your tepid tea - yuck. And let's all sing "I'm Through with Love" (composed by Fud Livingstone, Matty Malneck, and Gus Kahn):
"I'm through with love I'll never fall again Said adieu to love Don't ever call again For I must love you or no one And so I'm through with love."
Nance, your coralling of the boldface words today has the added bonus of making me appreciate how artfully Mary reels in the babyish Wilbur by highlighting the word "muffins", a speech pattern I cannot imagine happening in real life... Instead, I imagine her saying upon his bluster at her door, "WELL, Happy New Year to you TOO, Wilbur!"
A hearty Bliadhna Mhath Úr to all! June has already given us so many great panels of Wilbur weeping and clutching roses while uttering various moans of chagrin, I will look forward with relish to seeing him dive face-first into a vat of Mary’s carrot muffins (and no Wilbur, I didn’t mean relish as a condiment..)
Nance, if Moy keeps escalating things to bold italics how will you address this as a poet? I suppose they could be treated as different quatrains of a sonnet in dithyrambic pentameter but I am (for once) at a loss for words!
Garnet — Even worse, it looks like he just flung the door open without knocking and began to rant without even bothering to look in Mary’s direction.
KitKat — My guess is that she’ll show the wedding this week... I think the real bait–and–switch is that we were all geared up to watch Wilbur imitate Aldo, and now he’s giving up!
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear what you have to say about Mary Worth. Just keep it clean, that's all I ask. This is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. I don't want to moderate comments, but I will if I have to.
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
ReplyDelete"I've Given Up Love, But You'll Take Away My Muffins When You Can Pry Them From My Cold, Dead Hands."
Through! Done!
Wilbur!
Rest life without!
Talk! Muffins.
When I was a kid, if you threw a tantrum and were mad at the world and letting everyone know it, someone was likely to say “why don’t you go out in the yard and eat worms?” Mary’s carrot/kelk muffins are probably very similar.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, everyone!
Nance starts off the new year with a home run, with Wilbur Weston channeling Charlton Heston. Huzzah! But a big BOO to Karen Moy for starting the year off with a bait-and-switch, cheating us of Zak's cousin's wedding. Have you no shame, KM?!
ReplyDeleteMary, Wilbur needs something stronger than your tepid tea - yuck. And let's all sing "I'm Through with Love" (composed by Fud Livingstone, Matty Malneck, and Gus Kahn):
"I'm through with love
I'll never fall again
Said adieu to love
Don't ever call again
For I must love you or no one
And so I'm through with love."
etc. etc.
Did he just start yelling when Mary opened the door without saying hello or anything? What a charmer.
ReplyDeleteI hope Mary says, "Yeah, so what? Dr. Jeff has been living that way for years."
ReplyDeleteNance, your coralling of the boldface words today has the added bonus of making me appreciate how artfully Mary reels in the babyish Wilbur by highlighting the word "muffins", a speech pattern I cannot imagine happening in real life... Instead, I imagine her saying upon his bluster at her door, "WELL, Happy New Year to you TOO, Wilbur!"
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year all!
ReplyDeleteGreat to see that Wilbur has moved through denial, anger, bargaining, and depression to move on to acceptance that he is done with love.
Pretty sure that love is done with him too.
A hearty Bliadhna Mhath Úr to all! June has already given us so many great panels of Wilbur weeping and clutching roses while uttering various moans of chagrin, I will look forward with relish to seeing him dive face-first into a vat of Mary’s carrot muffins (and no Wilbur, I didn’t mean relish as a condiment..)
ReplyDeleteNance, if Moy keeps escalating things to bold italics how will you address this as a poet? I suppose they could be treated as different quatrains of a sonnet in dithyrambic pentameter but I am (for once) at a loss for words!
Happy New Year, everyone!
ReplyDeleteGarnet — Even worse, it looks like he just flung the door open without knocking and began to rant without even bothering to look in Mary’s direction.
KitKat — My guess is that she’ll show the wedding this week... I think the real bait–and–switch is that we were all geared up to watch Wilbur imitate Aldo, and now he’s giving up!
Wilbur is well on his way to becoming a Hank Williams ballad. Your cheatin’ heart indeed!
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