AN INVITATION TO "THE LOBSTER QUADRILLE"

“…you can have no idea what a delightful thing a Lobster-Quadrille is!”

From Reader #2

Oh, that talk about Work of Human Hands was so tedious—and with a barrowful of boners. And all that squealing, too, to defend Anthony: I'll never go there again! But let’s not think of that today on my birthday. Everyone in Blunderland is getting ready to resume our story this Tuesday. Listen! A chorus of little errors is singing your invitation:

"Will you err a little faster?" said a blooper to a botch,

“There's a boo-boo close behind us, and he's making a foul splotch.

See how wickedly the blunders and the bungles all befog!

They are waiting for you online—will you come and read the blog?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you read the blog?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you read the blog?

“You can really have no notion how mistaken is that schnook

When he takes us up and packs us, with the blunders, in his book!”

So the botch rejoiced, "How wrong, how wrong!" and gawked about agog—

Then he thanked the blooper blankly, for he would not miss the blog.

Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not miss the blog.

Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not miss the blog.

“It matters most that all log on,” his slipping friend advised,

“For then the world will see, you know, wherefore that book’s despised.

They’ll praise the Readers’ wisdom and thank them for their slog.

Now trip a nautch, beloved botch, and come and read the blog.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you read the blog?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you read the blog?”

Bottom Line: Oh, please do read the blog on Tuesday. We have twin tiny stumbles to make you laugh at Work of Human Hands.

Sixth Sunday after Pentecost