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beside a stream, within dream beside a track, that fell from a back in a dell, fed by a green well in a cot, that no hands got covered and buried, by a shrub darkly berried guarded and railed, by … Continue reading
The water all has gone away Glistening sand now fills the bay What has happened, you may ask (Though muffled behind your medical mask) No mystery here, no invading bugs Just the wretched giants have pulled the plugs!
Sid was one hell of a guy with the girth of a giant and the heart of a saint, Nelly always was laughing, the happiest soul without restraint. They met one night at the harbour’s mouth, colliding, for lack of … Continue reading
Perplexed, you say, pondering And I wonder what perplexities you mull upon now What confusion found though the evidence was clearly presented What contradictions cleverly wrought – in your opinion – to baffle and snaffle you What oxymorons, what tautologies, … Continue reading
He who made me did not want me Left me with the empty pots He who made me didn’t love me Left me unpainted, here, forgot He who cast a mould to form me Upped his roots and departed He … Continue reading
There is a mill upon the fen Beloved of troll, shunned by men Never a grain was grinded there But water raised from flood to mere All the work of boggarts and trolls But don’t let on, you’ll scare our … Continue reading
Mr McGoo supped too much brew It’s true, phew, he hadn’t a clue He slumped on the pew with only one shoe Ignored all the fuss, looking askew Till sobered anew Written from Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Anew in 31 … Continue reading
I am an avid reader I eat books as another eats a feast Though wary I am of the English Bard His Complete Works is a beast On Christyesque Whodunnits I like to snack Thrillers and Political Espionage might fill … Continue reading
Come on my son, you are not dead; Stop your sleeping, get out of bed. I’ll wash you and warm you; I’ll turn you about; And when you start growing, I’ll give you a clout. I’ll bash you and thrash … Continue reading