Furrendz on Friday - Guest post by Charlie frum Charliedownunder In Oz

I, Diva Shasta, r gonna ALLOW an interruptshun in my puppy pikchurez 

TUE-DAY, FRIDAY 10/3, 

so I can share with u’all in Blogville an'b-yond a guest post frum 

Charlie, frum Charlie Downunder in Oz 

Crikey am I crook.  Dad took me for an early morning walk this morning and it rained … BIG TIME.  Now I hate the rain and normally I would find the nearest shelter and hide but not this morning.  Dad took shelter under his mate,  Bruno’s big verandah.  Boy do I wish I had too. Anyway it turns out that Bruno,  a fisherman,  had been out on his boat all day yesterday and last night had a few of his mates over for a barby and one of his mates fancied himself as a bit of a Chef. He had a new recipe he wanted to try. It was an Asian type recipe.  You know …. Full of chilli and garlic and sauce and stuff.   Cooked up a storm,   he did,  in a big Chinese wok and after a big feed and a few beers (well probably a lot really) decided that the cleanup was a bit much so Bruno put the remains of the feast in the wok and left it outside all night.  Yeah … you guessed it … I found it and while Bruno was telling Dad all about his great night I was busy cleaning the wok for him.  Was it ever good!  That wok had never looked so clean.  Anyway it finally stopped raining and Dad and I continued on our merry way.  Dad did see what I had been up to but didn’t really take too much notice.  Well he didn’t yell or anything!!   You think that would be it but no … when we got home Mum was all dressed ready to go out for a big Sunday Brekky so off they both went leaving me at home.  They weren’t going to be gone for all that long so instead of locking me in my crate,  as they usually do,  they thought they would give me a try in the house again.  I have been getting better and not being so distressed when they go out. They were only gone a short while and I started to feel a bit crook.  Talk about tummy pains … oh! My.  I tried to get outside but every door was shut tight.  Did I ever feel bad but what could I do???   First I spewed up on the rug in the family room.  BIG TIME!!!  Then I went to Mum and Dad’s bedroom … not so big!!!!  Then I went to the spare room … pretty big!!  Last of all the study … not much left!!!   Oh!  The relief.   Felt a lot better after all  that spewing.   Didn’t feel so good when Mum and Dad got home though.  Dad mightn’t have yelled at me this morning but boy he sure made up for it when he discovered the mess.  I must say it didn’t smell too good.  All fishy and oily … yuk!!  I got no sympathy.  Just got thrown outside while they tried to clean up. They were most upset cause most of the house is tiled and the only places I threw up were the carpeted areas.  How was I to know that tiles are easier to clean than carpet?   Carpet looks like grass to me so I thought that would be best.  Who knew!!  What do they expect …. Next time I’m crook I’ll just throw up in that toilet thing.  That’ll fix em.  They won’t even know I’m crook. Maybe that’s not such a good idea though cause after Mum finished cleaning everything she did come outside and give me big hugs and kisses and she rubbed my poor sore tummy for such a long time.  I love my Mum!!!!!!   She is just the best.

So remember…  if you ever see one of those wok thingies ….. leave it  alone, aye??  Believe me it’s not worth it.

 ​This is the rug he threw up on-

 

Wanna run … Love, Charlie

Furrendz on Friday - Guest post - The Great'n Powerful Oz the Terrier

Today I, the great and powerful Oz the Terrier, am going to give you a quick lesson in How to Write a Limerick.

First, you must understand how to arrange your limerick in meter (rhythm) and rhyme (rhyme).  The standard form is a stanza (poem) of 5 lines with the first, second and fifth lines rhyming with each other in three feet of three syllables while the third and fourth lines rhyme different than the others and are two feet of three syllables.  Got it?

Probably not.  Neither do I...I just know how to write the darn things.  Anyway, the rhyme scheme is AABBA - all As rhyme and all Bs rhyme.  Easy enough. 

The meter however, is a bit harder (and sometimes I toss the meter to the wind because I hate being constrained on a literary leash, so to speak).   It is an accented pattern of double weakly stressed syllables.  Still no help, right?  I know...I hate meter. 

Basically the meter is:
1  dah-DUT-dah-dah-DUT-dah-dah-DUT
2  dah-DUT-dah-dah-DUT-dah-dah-DUT
3  dah-DUT-dah-dah-DUT
4  dah-DUT-dah-dah-DUT
5  dah-DUT-dah-dah-DUT-dah-dah-DUT

Now that we know the rhyme and the meter, we need to find a friend of which we can ridicule in verse...humorously or even rudely.  I think we can all agree the best limericks are funny and maybe a little rude (or crude...or lewd...or nude...you get the idea).

NOTE:  Though you may be tempted to start your limerick with "There once was a man/woman/dog/cat/etc from Nantucket", don't.  All the good rhymes for that have already been written.

 
OK...so now you should be ready to write your very own limerick.  I have taken the liberty to write one for Shiloh and Shasta since this is my guest post for them. 


A Limerick for Team Beaglebratz
by Oz the Terrier

There were Shiloh and Shasta the Beaglebratz Team
Who got a lofty idea and started to scheme.
Their plan is quite loopy,
To be a novelist like Snoopy,
By writing 1,000 blog posts by the end of 2014.


CHALLENGE to Shiloh and Shasta:  For one of your 1,000 posts, write a limerick using the process in this post.  You can write it about anyone (except if they are from Nantucket).

CHALLENGE #2 to everyone leaving a comment:  Can you leave your comment in the form of a limerick?  Even a bad one?  (And for Frankie & Ernie, no two lines of a limerick and giving up!  I know you CAN write a limerick!)

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