I am hooked line and sinker ?

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Yes, quite lurvely. 
As are you, Pirate Lady. Ayy!! LOL. 
You crack me up with your vernacular, lung yady! 
M. 

That you are, Jiggly Jilly! 
I once wrote a poem about a pirate who had hooks for all of his hands and feet, yet hands and feet for all of his hooks. It was very confusing, as when he went fishing, he would toss a hand in on the line, and the fish were looking for a hook, and boycotted his line. He didn't eat for months because of this and, as a consequence, ran up a hefty bill on his next Denny's visit, and got in deep with some loan sharks, and not men loan sharks, but actual shark loan sharks, and they ate his hooks, and not the hand hooks, but the hooks he used as hands. Anyway, it all turned out well when a friendly mermaid saw he was having issues, and loaned him $100,000.00 to pay off the loan sharks, and his Denny's bill, and only charged him a 5 percent interest fee. 
Anyway, the poem didn't do well, like my others, so I was very happy with it. 
Thanks! 
M. 

Thank you. 
I'm not actually a hoot, but I did play an owl in the school play once. It was a lovely play, called The Owl With the Wretched Sense of Direction. I was the misled owl, and would often show up in Parsippany when I was supposed to be in Baton Rouge, and vice-versa. People got so angry with the owl for showing up in the wrong spot that they pulled all my feathers out, and I looked like a bald cat, and they gave me some milk. That was the whole play...I guess it wasn't very good, but what do you I expect??!!, we were only 38 year olds in 3rd grade! Anyway, go see it sometime if you get a chance, OK? Thanks. M.