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That was Harry Fishing was his life Every spare moment Neglecting his wife Their 15th anniversary She bought him a stove Asked the local Tesco’s To deliver his food Friends asked her Don’t you get jealous Of all those fish? … Continue reading
I saw a bird winging on high I saw that bird fall from the sky It plummeted as if it must die I saw that bird upon a nest Feeding younglings from its breast
The moon is full It can’t hold any more Put another drop in It’ll fall to the floor That’s why the moon Is best buddies with me I hold out my arms And catch it, you see.
Dizzy Behold could eat no cold Dozy from Torham could eat no warm But Keen-Eyed Jack, if he was bold Could catch and eat a squiggly worm.
My father, born under adventuresome Aries was hard to please Unlike Capricorn’s sure-footed mountain-goat. When he had a great fortune he would gloat A fortune, note, that we didn’t see Next day he’d swear he would rather shovel shit in … Continue reading
They seek him here, they seek him there They seek that scarlet varlet everywhere Up the vales and o’er the downs They scale the towers in all the towns They question players and Shakespearean clowns Through sunny days and even … Continue reading
What, you think me your slave? That all you need do is raise your hand and wave? Well, I say not a chance, so just behave Go into a sulk, retreat to your cave. 34 words written for Sammi’s Weekend … Continue reading
Neighbour’s an elderly lady Quiet But Christmas Eve Like a band of boys What a din What a noise! 19 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt: Din
Pavonine says this friend of mine And thinks she’ll trip me Defeat me Mute my words and numb my hand Ha! Little does she know me. No country mouse me No shrinking violet No parson’s daughter No penitent whore No … Continue reading