It's 3WW time, again.
This week (CLXV) the words are give, obvious, and thanks.
Apparently I am feeling contrarian today. And grumpy.
Or I'm a good observer.
Let's hope it's the first. I fear, though, that it's the second.
Anyway, as usual, each haiku gets its own American sentence title.
"I don't give handouts--try work." he snarled to the girl on his way to Church..."Give thanks, not money"he whispered, low, in the pew,obviously right.
Maybe Eliot Spitzer thought that he was the one giving favours...Obviously shethanked me for my gifts. Time, me,money. Dressed. And left.
Forget Rochefoucauld's Maxim 216; I want adulation, now.Give obviously.Fuck Rochefoucauld. It onlycounts if you get seen.
Oh, and the music, for today, is a poppy little rap number about homeless folk, unlike the lucky two in today's picture.
Click to hear Mr. Wendal, from 1992, by Arrested Development