My Twittery Idiom Challenge

Which no one has bothered to comment on. Consequently, that proves that most people do not care about whether you are a twit or a tweeter or have anything of significance to put into 140 characters.

As for FaceBook, well ... there is the idiom that if you pay peanuts... can $1 buy a bag of peanuts though?

A sleeping cat, rather than a sleeping dog.

The purpose of my twittery witty (because I think it is) idiom challenge is because when you learn a language you should have fun. When you enjoy doing something, it becomes easier. Or so the theory goes.

Idioms so far:

April Fool: like a rhubarb fool but with April rather than the tarty rhubarb.
http://ow.ly/vge8a

To be at sixes and sevens: just before you’ve learnt to count up to eight.

Loquacious Diarrhoea:  when you can't stop writing (or in some other cases talking)

Out of sorts: when you’re only left with the nasty brown Liquorice Allsorts

A piece of cake: well, obviously not the whole cake, as everyone knows you can't have your cake and eat it.

Let sleeping dogs lie: because if you wake them up, they'll start barking.

He was a peppery individual: every time I met him, I sneezed.
(His sister was well-seasoned - she always rubbed salt into her wounds.)

Beside oneself: when you meet your clone.

To bend over backwards: what athletes are good at and can do with ease.

Have an axe to grind: what Vikings had after plundering.
There were a lot of axe grinders in the middle ages.

Hold your horses: not that easy if you don't have a horse.

More to follow ...

The Patient Bear ©

This is a work in progress, and will be posted to www.limeylimericks.com in due course.


Two weeks ago, I was on my way to tutor one of my beautiful pupils when I saw a lonely little white bear, nose down, bum in the air, abandoned on the ground outside the entrance to the condominium block.

Obviously lost.

Dusting him off, I sat him down on the bench inside the entrance and told him to wait as I was sure that someone would be along soon.

The patient bear ©

The little bear so loved his boy,

His life was filled with fun and joy.

Each night he’d creep right into bed,

And on the pillow lay his head.

He’d snuggle up extremely close,

And feel he was so grandiose.

He had a special place right there,

Always in his boy’s nightly prayer.

He sighed and closed his eyes tight shut,

His nose shone like a beetle nut.

This little bear was very loved,

And cherished by a boy beloved.

His fur was white and eyes were blue,

And his little ears all fluffy too.

He really was the cutest bear,

No other bear could quite compare.

And then one sunny afternoon,

His boy took out a giant balloon,

He tied the string around a paw,

And in the air he felt it soar.

The little boy smiled in delight,

The little bear hung on in fright.

As the balloon rose higher in the sky,

‘Look, look, up there, my bear can fly!”

There are more words needed here before I get to this verse:

I found him lying on the floor, 

Abandoned, lonely by the door. 

I sat him on the bench to see 

If someone claimed him as trustee.

And then of course there is the question of patience......