It is Monday again ... so more on the Gimme more, more to give Monday jaunt. First a little flog on my blog; number one - the Brisstyle markets are on soon, if you’re in Brisbane get along to them.

Location: Hamilton Town Hall, Cnr Rossiter and Racecourse Rd
Date: Saturday 13th December 2008
Time: 9am – 4pm

http://www.brisstyle.blogspot.com/

Number two – made by maisie is giving away a handmade doll on her delicious blog. She (said doll) requires an name before Christmas ... so get in asap and leave some clever, spontaneous, hilarious or deadly serious comment accompanied by a trés cool name. http://www.madebymaisie.typepad.com/

just in is number three!! see here for another very cool, arty giveaway http://elizasart.blogspot.com/

Now onto the fun stuff. Last week’s winner was Loopy drawn randomly, by random methods, by a random person i.e. me.

This week there is a ‘Fruity Goose’ on offer to another random who comments on this post. So for some fruity, gamey goodness you can pin on your hat ... finish the line in this nonsense poem.

Said the Table to the Chair
“You can hardly be aware
How I suffer from the heat,
And with chilblains _ _ _!

Give Me More, More to Give, Me More

It’s a little bit about nonsense, but it’s a lot about you.

Monday seems like a generally nonsensical sort of day. So each Monday we will pay homage to a Lear of sorts. Come over here, no more leering in the corner and this ‘short walk’ bunny can be yours. Answer the riddle and hey diddle diddle, the bunny or bird it’s yours . Drawn out of a hat (by a grinning cat) one comment that's right, will soon have in sight ... a shiny new thing like that.

To win this week’s ‘Short Walk’ Bunny finish this line in the comments section...

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful _ _ _

Endy Dendy

They are closing the old lady down. How many dark nights have we sat here, how many dark knights took arms here, while lovers held theirs. The deep red seats, they smell a little like popped corn, a lot like the assembly of one thousand Brisbane parked arses that have shifted here, with me and without me. I will go there, once more. And like the dead of night Cloudland rubble and so many other of the old girls of this town the curtain will close. The End.

A little on the rabbit

The rabbit or bunny is no longer in the headlights, but the headlights are now shining her direction. Not startled, but smiling. In a den, not unlike the one in St Petersburg, they rabbited on, not about the past but about things just past. Post meridian talk, he still smells the same. Skin together, in silence, sweetness.