A Month Of March Prompts In One Day

Thanks once again to Michelle from
Putting My Feet In The Dirt
for her list of daily prompts for the month of March.
Please visit her site for the March list of daily prompts.

I opened my journal this morning and followed Michelle’s
instructions while I drank my usual Fizzy Whizzys’ Morning Blend.
As I looked at her prompts I thought to myself,
“Galloping Gadzooks! What in the world are
Purple Nurples?”

I called Fidgety Fiona and asked her if she knew.
She told me that a purple nurple was the act of grabbing
and twisting a nipple of another person or yourself. I knew
then that this was going to be fun. I always thought
that only Creaky Cranks did things like that when they
were a Hobbity Bobbity, a not so average teenage boy.

I realized I was making Silly Assumptions and was
becoming Punch Drunk from the fizzy whizzy’s morning blend.
So following Michelle’s instructions, I decided it was time
to look for A Tisket For A Tasket
to put in my Powdered Blue basket. As I stepped
outside, the Billowy Breezes rattled the
Jelly Jars in my basket.

I started searching for Pouty and Plump Bootle Beetles
that had Stitches Of Glitches, a rare and very
valuable imperfection which would make a wonderful
tisket for a tasket. My friend Guzzling Gary
had once told me to look under the Mounds Of Mush
left by Pink Poodles.

Needless to say, that made me a little Antsy Pantsy.
I wasn’t looking forward to digging through poodle
mush trying to find the Ruby Red Fiddlesticks
which were hiding places for the beetles I was
looking for. I was getting Sniffles and Snuffles
dealing with all this Nonsensical Hodgepodge.

It had started to rain lightly which created
Dribbles of Delight and A Twinge Of Fate.
remembered a scene from Mission To Mars
and realized my quest was hopeless.

I decided that since it was raining, I would
stay dry if I had some Hanky Panky while I went
Spelunking with Moaning Myrtle. So with a
Hurry Scurry I went to pickup Myrtle and we
spent the day in a lovely cave making love
and getting high on Jamba Juice. I never
did find those darn bootle beetles but
after spending the day with Myrtle I
didn’t care.

The moral of this story: Let your writing take
you to places that you normally don’t go.

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