Illustration Friday ~ Packed

Ruby Rue has packed her stew with a secret ingredient……
see below………
Ruby Rue makes magnificent stew.
Though her secret ingredient nobody knew
Onions and turnips and celery root
Frog legs and toenails and of course eye of newt
Dinner at Ruby’s became all the rage
Her name dropped at parties, the society page

The line for a table became a quite joke
But Ruby was cordial as she pinched and she poked
All things have an ending, just as Ruby feared
The crowds had soon dwindled, her guests disappeared.
“Table for one,” whispered poor Ruby Rue
It’s hard to keep friends when they’re on the menu
Poem and artwork by Roberta Baird

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Illustration Friday ~Routine

This is the face of Marvella Modine
Before she starts her morning routine

The promise of beauty is what she expected
So she prods and she plucks and applies as directed

But all of their claims never are what they seem
Her solution you ask? Why it’s Miracle Cream!

If only Marvella worked as hard not to hide
The natural beauty revealed from inside.

Has anyone ever had trouble with their blogger account rejecting comments and sending rejection notices to the commenters? Only to have the comments post anyway??

Yeah it seems I am having this problem!!
So if you got a rejection notice from me I’m sorry I didn’t send it… it not my routine.
The little monster living in my computer and making it’s way through A Mouse in the House did! lol!!!
Thank you for all your kind comments about my dog. I value your virtual hugs, and I feel like drawing again!

IF Missing

Have you ever wondered where all those missing items go? You know what I’m talking about, it’s the keys that you just laid down or the receipt that you put away for safe keeping, only to come back and it’s no longer there!
Or maybe you’re the one who pulled the towel rack off the wall but you carefully placed it back in the now defunct holes that had been gaping at you as you concocted your alibi. Maybe they won’t notice… maybe they’ll think that your sister did it… or maybe, as my dad would always say, Mr. Nobody did it!
 
 
 

Mr. Nobody

by Roberta Baird
 
 
 
There is a special someone that lives within our house.
He’s smaller than a speck of dust and quiet as a mouse.
His name is Mr. Nobody, no need to put on airs!
He’s the one who breaks the vases and leaves skates upon the stairs.
And when no one is looking or when grandma comes to call,
You know, that Mr. Nobody tracks mud all down the hall!
I don’t know why he does it. I wish that he would quit.
He once spilled cherry cola where my mother chose to sit.
I think it was an accident. He didn’t mean to do it.
He lost his head, or so he said, and then he went and blew it!
I hear he has a cousin. It’s said he likes to roam.
So check and see, it could be he, who breaks things in your home!