Riddle#30 “Fat”

RedCloak WizardJeanne

The limits of my language are the limits of my mind. All I know is what I have words for.
Ludwig Wittgenstein

Two days ago, my 4 year old grand-daughter tried calling me: “BIG FAT NANA”
HERE are the words I allow:
goddess
rubenesque
mama-jama
large-and-in-charge
opera sized diva
luxurious

In the car on the drive home we wrote this jingle:
Body size not here nor there
Names are bubbles in the air;
Pop them and they disappear!
Skip along with friends held dear.

Wonder how long the campaign to substitute the word will take?

Riddle#22 Happiness

All of Life is a StudioAnnika

My first Pantoum:
A verse form consisting of a series of quatrains in which the second and forth lines of each verse are repeated as the first and third lines of the next.
Verse composed using metonymy.

Happiness is fleeting
Soap bubbles pop!
Giggles get itchy
Hiccups won’t stop.

Soap bubbles pop
Fleeting rainbow floats;
Hiccups won’t stop:
They’re random, then rote.

Fleeting rainbow floats
Popping in your face;
They’re random , then rote
Effervescent space.

Popping in your face
Is happiness bubble,
Effervescent space
On a planet of trouble.

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