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Tag Archives: poems
Quaint They Ain’t
Billy is a massive guy Stands so tall he reaches the sky Stretches his arms and mills the cloud Of every letter he/she/they is Rainbow Proud But quaint he ain’t. Sarah’s folks Often choke When professing She’s a little Princess … Continue reading
Whither Shall I Wander
Energy to squander Whither shall I wander Careful, do not blunder 11 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Squander
CCC288: And That Ain’t All
The day was dull Rain threatened soon to fall And chuffing ‘ell That ain’t all How the time to tell Beneath this pall?
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What Is It?
What’s this device for storage of miscellaneous items? Disks of vintage slate or retro vinyl Of glasses alongside various drinks Likeliest now is flavoured gin? For some it’s more of an oubliette For shoving stuff we’d like to forget It’s … Continue reading
Must Create by Use-By Date
Inspiration called today You were not here It went away Promised to call another day. The days did pass Those days amounted to weeks away. And where were you when that inspiration called that second day? You’d gone away. The … Continue reading
CCC283: Five Bishops On A Bench
Five bishops sitting on a bench God opened the clouds and they all got drenched The devil dried the rain The heat came again The bishops drank beer their thirst to quench Served to them by a buxom wench Now … Continue reading
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CCC282: Don’t Fear The Ferryman
He is old, older than time He’s tall, so we’re told And thin Not an ounce of flesh on him But don’t give him those coins He needs no payment He does it for free It’s his sole life-calling Those … Continue reading
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Mary, Mary…
Mary, Mary, quite contrary A froward lass was she When told to keep the chickens in She set the beasties free Out of their run they came Saw the garden Mistook for the same And pecked and poked and ate … Continue reading
Problems at the Foundational School For All Things Grey
Now listen to this, guys—no, no, quieten down, I’ve something important to say. And so began Melinda Black’s day Head teacher at the Foundational School of All Things Grey It wasn’t easy to get their attention Even when she threatened … Continue reading
Sammi’s Quest
Here I set this quest To refresh your thoughts For life itself, to renew your zest This thing you seek It doesn’t reek It smells quite sweet Rich Earthy Like maturing oak Like leaves well soaked But you’ll need a … Continue reading