Just you be on your guard
Don’t let your eyes be fooled and starred
Mind their every toss and shard
They’ll git you when you least expect it
Hold you up, turn you around
Rummage through your shiny weskit*
You wouldn’t want to risk it.
*weskit = waistcoat
Vicious they are
Everything of beauty they’ll mar
You try to run but you can’t run far
Listen now and listen hard
I remember how I blahed
The day those Red Caps tarred
My mother’s old kale yard
83 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Yard
Sooooo cool. Loved it. Thanks for the share.
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Happy, always
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Whoa! Look at you posting on a Saturday! And with a wonderful poem, to boot! Well done, my friend.
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Thank you, Dale. I was on a role today, set up nicely with a bit of early morning delight
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Sweet! 💞
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Cheers 🙂
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Wonderful, love it 😀
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Thank you 🙂
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This is great, well done!
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All in the name of fun
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I agree with Keith. Well done. And you were on a role. 🙂
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Thank you. It happens. The spirit of inspiration whispers to me… occasionally
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Love the verse and image you chose to feature it. Very cute.!!
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I enjoyed writing it… as I often so with Sammi’s word prompts. And so often the image I chosen helps to nail it
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You are clever and so fast with these word exercises. I guess you sprint and I plod.
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Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t
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