The joys of accidental mouse-clicks:

I don't have a computer mouse. Instead, I've configured my Windows to use Mouse Keys -- which allows the keys of the number pad on the computer to move the cursor (On Windows: Press Cntrl+Shift+Num Lock together to toggle it on/off). I've stuck with this system for a while, now, because the advantages outweigh the disadvantages for me. And sometimes, even the disadvantages can be fun. To wit:

Sometimes, I accidentally hit click button instead of a movement button, so I open Web pages I never intended to.

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Last night, I accidentally clicked my "Mother Goose" tag, on this here journal, and opened some postings of favorite Nursery Rhymes that I'd completely forgot about. I'd originally posted them to cheer myself up. And finding them by surprise cheered me up again last night.

So now, I'm reposting some of them to offer cheer to all who may need it today:
(quote)

The Ghosts

Three little ghostessis
Sitting on postessis
Eating buttered toastessis,
Greasing the fistessis
Up to their wristessis.

Oh, what beastessis,
To make such feastessis!

(end quote)

(quote)

The Guinea-Pig
There was a little guinea-pig,
Who, being little, was not big.
He always ran upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.

When from a place he ran away
He never at that place did stay,
And while he ran, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still, for young or old.

He often squeaked, and sometimes vi'lent,
And when he squeaked, he ne'er was silent;
Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.

One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim, and fairly died;
And as I'm told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.

(end quote)