image by la-fontaine on pixabay
It was my idea
Not theirs to steal
Like slithery eels
Stealing out of woven creels
On my knees
I knelt to appeal
Truly the offence is real
A most awful ordeal
No use to conceal
Though it might make us reel
It was MY meal
And zestful.
Ideal!
49 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Ideal
crispina kemp 
Looks so good Crispina. It’s a shame to mess with it.
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Absolutely! Delighted to find this pic on pixabay 🙂
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Cool
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👍😊❤
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👍🏼🙏🏼👍🏼
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I’ll take one to go, please!
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Wish that I could. Wow, loaded with sugar!!!!
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I know what you mean. 😊
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Yea. Mmm. 🙂
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I hit send by accident…
I wanted to say, I made a key lime pie for Mick every year (very similar to lime meringue).
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A fun poem, Crispina. And so clever. 🙂
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Thank you, Bill 🙂
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Thank you, Bill. I’ve developed a method which sometimes I use. I list all the words I can find that rhyme, then find a way to put them together. But the rhythm can’t be written to formula. That has to come fresh every time
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