O woe is me! I fear I'm going to be laid Off. I'm Orville, my good friend Ophelia and I are Operatives for the Organisation. On One Occasion I Omitted to Operate the Overflow at the Optimum time to Open the Orifice, then the Orientation of the Object became Out of sync causing Oscillation. This Oversight under Ordinary conditions would have been Okay but On this One Occasion it was catastrophic. The Obnoxious and Officious Overseer Ordered me Offsite. So Ophelia and I stomped Out in Outrage and decided to go to Oakley in Oxforshire to cool Off. We took some Ovaltine, Oatcakes, Oreos and Oranges for a picnic. Our Outing proved very Ordinary but therapeutic, enabling us to calm down, go home and start job hunting.
Paula & Peter have a famous friend penelope pit stop . They’re going to visit her in Paris. With a promise to be pampered like the professional performers and princesses they think they are. From Paris they jump out of a plane into Prague. A promotional stunt for the new play they have co produced. Proudly titled probably not popular in Portugal. They are referring to elaborate on the title until opening night. Any amount of prodding & probing isn’t persuading them. All they will say is pepper pots is the leading lady.
Percival, a plump penguin with a penchant for peculiar pursuits, lived on the pristine shores of Polaris Peninsula. His days were filled with playful escapades and perilous adventures.
One frosty morning, Percival decided to explore the permafrost caves that lay beyond the pebbly beach. Armed with a pickaxe, he waddled into the icy darkness. The air was piercingly cold, and his flippers trembled.
Deep within the cave, Percival discovered a hidden portal. It shimmered with an otherworldly light. Without hesitation, he stepped through, finding himself in a parallel dimension. Here, the sky was a palette of pastel hues, and the ground was made of prismatic crystals.
Prudence Pigtail and I, Poppy Seed, are Preparing for the Popular Pan Polynesian Paddleboard Pageant. We will Pop off to Papua for training before going to our base on Pitcairn taking our Paddleboards and Packing, Parkas, Pajamas, Pants, Ponchos and of course Passports Plus all the Pennies we Possess. This Pacific area is known for its Pleasant weather and Polite People who Paddleboard for Pleasure. Next year we Plan to enter the Pogo competiton, that should prove Phenomenal but will require Plenty of Practice.
I'm Penelope Posh and this is my Platonic Partner, Percy. We're a musical Pair. I Play the Pianoforte and Percy is a Percussionist. We're Performing in the Paris Plaza next, then Its the Pisa Piazza, and on to Prague where we'll Play in Public, though we Prefer to Perform in Private!
Before Partisans or Plebs, no Preference, As long as we Provide Pleasure for People, we're Pleased. I'll Pick out a Partita or Prelude, while Percy Percusses, Points and Pedals.
Our Parting Performance is at Paddington, on the Platform Piano, where we hope Pedestrians will Pause their Perambulations and Perhaps Proffer a Penny or a Pound. Passers-by are welcome to Participate. Please do!
I wonder what a shrink would think if they read our alphabet stories?
(02-03-2024, 03:12 PM)Small chilli Wrote: [ -> ]I wonder what a shrink would think if they read our alphabet stories?
A Psychiatrist would Presume we're Potty.
(02-03-2024, 03:12 PM)Small chilli Wrote: [ -> ]I wonder what a shrink would think if they read our alphabet stories?
They would be shaking their head, either in congratulatory amazement or, as P does at me many times a week, perplexed despair. I think the letter P was a good one. Some are really difficult, especially as I tend to leave it to late in the evening to even start thinking about it.
(02-03-2024, 03:18 PM)Veggie Wrote: [ -> ] (02-03-2024, 03:12 PM)Small chilli Wrote: [ -> ]I wonder what a shrink would think if they read our alphabet stories?
A Psychiatrist would Presume we're Potty.
And be Perfectly on Point.