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Bob the Nomad
Became a footpad
Ventured far for he hadn’t a home
Alas, poor Bob, forever to roam
Bob the Nomad
They claimed him a rough cad
A ruffler of skirts, a wild cat hadn’t a backbone
Such behaviour the law couldn’t condone
Bob the Nomad
With his alibi ironclad
Denied his involvement, had his movements restricted
No Fixed Abode Bob, now of murder charged and convicted
68 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Challenge: Nomad
crispina kemp 
Poor Bob! Just trying to live his life on the road… 😉
Fun one, Crisp!
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Thanks. But while I was determined to keep it light, yet I fell into a comment about prejudice and stereotyping and…. murder. Oops.
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Ah well… what can you do? Follow the muse!
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As I have done for my response to Wednesday’s CCC (which being the one who posts it I’ve already seen) Wish you joy with that one. 🙂
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😀
Looking forward to it.
I’ve been picking and choosing what prompts to do. I end up spending the whole damn day in front of the computer because I feel compelled to read and comment (on most)…
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I read all those for CCC, but I don’t follow up on Sammi’s or Maria’s challenges. Life’s too short and I’m too old. 🙂
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Of course you do for your challenge! But yeah. I feel compelled to participate fully…
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Maybe I’ll do more of that now the heat is off, with The Spinner now published
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How to fraction out our time, eh?
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For two and a half years I kept long and regular hours to get The Spinner’s Game done and out there. Now… I’m soon to ask for betas for Learning To Fly, and I’m about to plunge into the second draft of Alsalda, but I don’t fell the urgency I did with The Spinner. So, take my foot off the pedal and relax some.
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Nice! I like the meter, particularly.
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Thank you. It’s the music in my soul [ 🙂 ]
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This is great story Crispina.
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Thanks, Sadje 🙂
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You’re welcome 😉
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🙂
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Your poems are very versatile Crispina, love the old west feel of this one!
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I put it down to years of entertaining my kids… who now are all grown up and long since fled the nest. So I make them up for my readers instead.
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Good one! I couldn’t help but exclaim, Ahh poor Bob! Seems like his fate betrayed him
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Yep. When I started the poem, that wssn’t my imagined ending. 🙂
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I will join the chorus of Alas, poor Bob! I can see what you mean about starting off lighthearted and having the tale take a nasty turn. But I keep being distracted from the social commentary by staring at that fascinating image! A cat all piled up with gear like that, and seeming to play the character so perfectly — what a sight! Makes me ponder worldbuilding… but no. Even if you were a small enough creature to ride on the back of a cat, I wouldn’t recommend trying it, lol.
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Bob sounds like quite the cat and very interesting to look at!
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A simple peice of whimsy… or at least, that’s how it started,
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I find it interesting that the poem makes you root for Bob, yet I also get the feeling he’s not very nice!
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Nah, he’s merely a nomadic cat, and having paws he’s a footpad. But being homeless, he’s much prejudiced against and unfairly accused.
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Aww, poor kitty. Still, hope he’s been neutered.
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🙂
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