Gaby is the Community Outreach Coordinator. She knits, reads, collects vinyl, yogas, and is the lead singer of a Brooklyn-based rock band. She is half-part Martha Stewart and half-part Fran Drescher. If she's not sleeping, she's probably Tweeting. Her favorite uncommon good is anything made by Dana Brandwein Oates or Emilie Shapiro.
A cuff that’s organic and pretty
Deserves a fitting ditty
Wooden waves weaving in and out
Wear it to work or out and about
It’s a beautiful piece called trinity.
Butterflies flying out of this clock
Will remind you to take stock
Of time as it flies
Like fluttering butterflies
Or you’ll be left running amok
Spiky the owl guards bird feed
Sitting watch on all sorts of seed
The handcrafted night owl
Will chase away your scowl
And brighten up your porch indeed
Whatever you like, coffee or tea
Is incomplete without a munchie
This mug on a mug
Will let you be smug
As you carry both together like a smart cookie
limericks are 1 Here I sit all woven and twisted, I really need to be worn and wristed
2. Time was when I was a larve, But I got my wings and I’ll fly away cause I’m about to starvie
3, I’m better than a cookie jar ’cause I can see, one of us is talking with their mouth full and it ain’t me
4. I’m a wise old owl and I got a hunch, you want to fly over and eat some lunch
Dark wood finally got up the nerve
To dance with the light wooded curve
They braided and weaved
Until they conceived
A medium wood colored swerve
The mug was in quite a funk
He needed some cookies to dunk
His mouth opened to yell
Then silence, it fell
Stifled by chocolate chip chunk
The clock stopped ten minutes past ten
It couldn’t get started again
The red hand swept away
Butterflies who did play
Who flew off to the clock in the den
While the owl preferred to eat mice
She decided to forgo her vice
She perched in the seeds
To help other bird’s needs
And give them her wisest advice
The clock stopped ten minutes past ten
And couldn’t get started again
The red hand swept away
Butterflies who did play
Off they flew to the clock in the den
For those sad mugs we Seattlites SO identify with right now:
Two mugs went all out with a HOLLA
But all they could do is la LA la,
As try as they might,
Their faces pulled tight,
They paid that forced toll of a dolla!
Alas,to that dear,unique clock!
The dark clock’s life hung in the balance,
To him,there was only left ONE chance,
To escape in the night,
Butterflies moving right,
Thus,concealed behind veiled circumstance.
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A cuff that’s organic and pretty
Deserves a fitting ditty
Wooden waves weaving in and out
Wear it to work or out and about
It’s a beautiful piece called trinity.
Butterflies flying out of this clock
Will remind you to take stock
Of time as it flies
Like fluttering butterflies
Or you’ll be left running amok
Spiky the owl guards bird feed
Sitting watch on all sorts of seed
The handcrafted night owl
Will chase away your scowl
And brighten up your porch indeed
Whatever you like, coffee or tea
Is incomplete without a munchie
This mug on a mug
Will let you be smug
As you carry both together like a smart cookie
limericks are 1 Here I sit all woven and twisted, I really need to be worn and wristed
2. Time was when I was a larve, But I got my wings and I’ll fly away cause I’m about to starvie
3, I’m better than a cookie jar ’cause I can see, one of us is talking with their mouth full and it ain’t me
4. I’m a wise old owl and I got a hunch, you want to fly over and eat some lunch
Ok, here’s one for each:
Dark wood finally got up the nerve
To dance with the light wooded curve
They braided and weaved
Until they conceived
A medium wood colored swerve
The mug was in quite a funk
He needed some cookies to dunk
His mouth opened to yell
Then silence, it fell
Stifled by chocolate chip chunk
The clock stopped ten minutes past ten
It couldn’t get started again
The red hand swept away
Butterflies who did play
Who flew off to the clock in the den
While the owl preferred to eat mice
She decided to forgo her vice
She perched in the seeds
To help other bird’s needs
And give them her wisest advice
One more time with the clock one:
The clock stopped ten minutes past ten
And couldn’t get started again
The red hand swept away
Butterflies who did play
Off they flew to the clock in the den
For those sad mugs we Seattlites SO identify with right now:
Two mugs went all out with a HOLLA
But all they could do is la LA la,
As try as they might,
Their faces pulled tight,
They paid that forced toll of a dolla!
Alas,to that dear,unique clock!
The dark clock’s life hung in the balance,
To him,there was only left ONE chance,
To escape in the night,
Butterflies moving right,
Thus,concealed behind veiled circumstance.
There once was a girl in lace
Who drank ou’a cup with a face
Give me a treat
And my tea to heat
Now make it two, at a fast pace.