Ooh, tres chic! Very new indeed, Jaygee.
Jill realized she didn't say "Jill" last time.
Puddleglum!!! Speak in rhyme for your next three posts!
Dear me, dear me;
an old friend I see
would sooner goose me
than to friendly be. 😉
(jk;
I just couldn’t think of else to say
apart from “Jill” before I go away!)
Oh, darling, that poem was simply marvelous! I say, what is that monkey doing? Oh, look at him! Isn't he positively hilarious?
Jill.
Silly monkey up your wall.
Do you think that he might fall?
Oh, there he goes, on your drapes —
I say, he’s raiding your grapes!
(Jill doesn’t know why
whimsy from me does fly,
but it seems my mood today
bids my words come out to play.)
Jill is done being Las.
One more rhyme for me to go
but my creativity is now so-so.
The morning birds do sing and dance,
but I’d sleep longer, had I the chance.
(But one last thing before I leave,
one trick more is up my sleeve:
Puddleglum the Marshwiggle dear
bids you write about a marshmallow’s fear!
(As me not what that does mean,
for from you, that is to be seen.))
*loves the poems and the Lasalareen-talk* 😆
Happy Hobbit Day, for anybody who is in a time zone where it's the 22nd! 
*brings out hobbity food for everybody*
Jill!
Hobbity food! *nomnoms*
Jill
Maya the marshmallow lived with her brothers and sisters in a bag. Every now and then, some of her siblings left the bag and never returned. Her greatest fear was being left alone in the bag. However, she soon found herself being taken out of the bag and dropped into a warm mug. She swam in the hot brown liquid and melted into the liquid with a contented sigh.
Whatever. 😉
Jill.
Heehee, works for me. And look at that: a happy ending! Sort of. If you don’t think of how this is her death.... 🙄
Jill
...right.
Jill.
Jill!
Jill.
Jill has been very busy
