Tag Archives: Nonsense

The Tale of Be-toed Monitors

This nonsense is in response to the silly word-image found on Widdershins Worlds of two monitors turning up their toes, which in not so funny terms was one more thing Going Sideways on their adventures. At the end of the post, the well-wish: “May your hailstones be tiny, and your monitors never discover they have toes to turn up,” sparked me to write this…

Monitor on Monitor, 2022 by Sheri J. Kennedy

The Tale of Be-toed Monitors, a tale of woe to be told in monotone (monotonous, its known)

For when monitors are bestowed with toes everyone knows, like kissing toads, (not monitor lizards, quite different gizzards) that they turn up missing, causing monetary hissing, and rows to hoe.

“Turn up or turnip? Are we turning up turnips with a hoe?”

“No, you know… ‘Turn up, Ho!’ Like a party.”

Oh no! It goes…

When a monitor knows it’s bestowed with toes it momentarily glows and, monstrously gauche, behold it goes and turns up its toes.

“So not a turnip. A tune up?”

“Some party. Somebody turned up dead? Who was hoeing?”

Wait and see where it’s going…

Owners groan in monotone the great unknown of digital theft, monetarily bereft. Not a moment’s rest, they do their best to toe the line, undefined, totally unmonitored.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, June 2022 All Rights Reserved

Ornery Ollie #AtoZChallenge

Each day this month I’ll be posting an Alliterative Story with the A to Z Challenge letter of the day. I’ll also be posting a few Alliterative stories or sensible poems by other authors from a separate free challenge I hosted HERE  You can join in the fun by watching for the challenge authors and voting in comments for your favorites! Winner announced at the end of April.

Ollie, oblivious to his ongoing ostentatious orneriness, offered offensive Orkin orientation and onboarding options to the original officials of the Oregon Order of the Onyx Obelisk’s oligarchy who opened orbital opportunities for organic oven-offings of ovulating oxen with oblong, omicron-laced offal, objectifying the office of outworld organism obliteration. The Oregon Order of the Onyx Obelisk’s opinion opposed Ollie’s obnoxiousness and ostracized the obvious ostrich without an olive-branch.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

Nancy the Naïve Noob #AtoZChallenge

Each day this month I’ll be posting an Alliterative Story with the A to Z Challenge letter of the day. I’ll also be posting a few Alliterative stories or sensible poems by other authors from a separate free challenge I hosted HERE  You can join in the fun by watching for the challenge authors and voting in comments for your favorites! Winner announced at the end of April.

Nancy nabbed into a nightclub nestled in novel Nashville’s nexus of neon and noodles, needing a nap. It was nearly nine, and she was a novice at nightlife – neither a nefarious nor notorious nomad.

Naïve to normal nasty natives, the nerdy noob nested nervously in a nook and nodded off to a nice, nightingale-like, nuanced number.

Niggled from nimbus-like nothingness, she noticed a nitwit nuzzling with his nose and nibbling at her neck! Nauseous, she nixed the ninny’s noxious nature and needling nostrils with nuclear naysaying. “No, nope, nada, never!”

Nonetheless the numbskull noshed her necklace into a noose.

Newly nettled, Nancy nicked his nappy nob with her nail while nudging his nub of a noggin into the nitro nozzle next to the nimrod. While he nursed his numb nobility like a narcissist, she narced on the nit to a nearby newsman who noted the nincompoop’s nonsense to the nation on the net.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

Karen’s Kitschy Kitchen #AtoZChallenge

Each day this month I’ll be posting an Alliterative Story with the A to Z Challenge letter of the day. I’ll also be posting a few Alliterative stories or sensible poems by other authors from a separate free challenge I hosted HERE  You can join in the fun by watching for the challenge authors and voting in comments for your favorites! Winner announced at the end of April.

Karen’s kitschy kitchen’s key was koalas, but kiwis and kickass kangaroos were also kings in her kingdom.

She kissed her kindhearted kid, Kava, whose kickoff by keyboard of kittens and kayaks kindled keen kinetic kits with kites and keels. But they kicked up her kilowatts until kablooie! She killed them with ketchup and kelp. Afterward, she kept to her keystones.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

Beastly Beatrice #AtoZChallenge

Each day this month I’ll be posting an Alliterative Story with the A to Z Challenge letter of the day. You can join in the fun by submitting an Alliterative story or sensible poem of your own to a separate free challenge I’m hosting here HERE Submit by April 10th to play. Give it a try!

Beatrice bellowed belligerently when her bookish brother Bobby broke her blissful brooding over burgeoning bucolic brushstrokes-on-board of their beautiful British backcountry barn and bungalow. Buntings burrowed in bushes and Betty’s beagle bolted. Betty, the barbarous Bohemian beast, bashed Bobby with busted baubles and bloodied his brow. He blubbered blankly in the blustery breeze. She backtracked, befuddled, and blotted his blooming bruises with a bulky blouse brimming with Blick brand Baltic blobs. Bright blotches of blue besmeared his budding bumps and blanketed his beard. She burst into brazen ballistic braying, belly-laughing at his besmirched bearing. Bamboozled by her batty behavior and besieged by the bitter bite of belittlement, he boldly blasted her with brilliant blazing barbs. Bemoaning his bombardment, she briefly blithered, but bounced back bravely battling his blistering barrage. “Blarney!” she barked at the boggled bastard, then burned him with her best babbling bile, believing she’d bared his buffoonery. He booted her bottom, birthing boisterous bellyaching. Then bobbed and boxed, blocking her batting at his ballooning blemishes. She beat her breast like a baleful baboon and barreled into his body bothering his boo-boos, bringing on brainless bedlam. Bent on breaking-up the brouhaha before it blew them to Beelzebub, Betty’s boyfriend Benny bustled into the backyard and barred the boiling brawlers from the burden of their brewing badly blundering blockheadedness.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

Annie’s Accidental Arrogance #AtoZ

Each day this month I’ll be posting an Alliterative Story with the A to Z Challenge letter of the day. You can join in the fun by submitting an Alliterative story or sensible poem of your own to a separate free challenge I’m hosting here HERE Submit by April 10th to play. Give it a try!

First one is kind of short, but they get much longer and sillier. Stay tuned!

Annie almost always acted artfully atrocious when Aunt Alice appeared and asked her to accentuate their aristocratic ancestors’ attributes, as she absolutely abhorred affected actions. Though by angsty antagonism she actually adopted artificial algorithms against her average amiable aims and advocated appropriation of Aunt Alice’s abnormal arrogance.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved