My father loved to play with words – a trait which I’ve inherited.
Two of his word plays I remember most clearly.
He would say, The tortoise taught us what to do.
But he’d say it with his mouth pulled tight in tortoise-form.
Then he’d complete it with: Lettuce, pray.
And being good children, we’d chuckle.
His other word play, which I remember, was about cats.
You’ll never see a cat with unkempt hair.
Because they use catacombs.
77 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Catacomb
This week sees the anniversary of my father’s funeral. So this serves to honour him