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Agnostic Acorns – #poetry #DecemberWriting

28 Thursday Dec 2017

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As squirrels, they’re always quite skeptical
That the oak tree is their own receptacle
Praying for acorns aplenty, never believing it empty
This always creates such a spectacle

But the acorns knew, without a doubt
Told what the big old tree’s about
Refusing to believe, the squirrels did leave
Now the acorns just sit there and pout

Writing Prompt – Agnostic Acorns – Day 28/31

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Return ~ #haiku #RonovanWrites

28 Thursday Dec 2017

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When nightmares return

Within the horror of day

Darkness falls early

 

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #181 Nightmare&Horror

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Royal Excursions – #poetry #DecemberWriting #limerick

27 Wednesday Dec 2017

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King Harold had quite the excursion

Left the Queen, with her own diversion

He met up with this lady, all seems a bit shady

Now Harold’s the king of perversion

 

Writing Prompt – Royal Excursions – Day 27/31

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Fried Green Potatoes – #poetry #DecemberWriting

26 Tuesday Dec 2017

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What started out as sandwich
Made with red ripe tomatoes
Turned into a festival
Of fried green potatoes

Have you ever heard of them?
Well, neither have I
Not sure I want to try it
Though I really don’t know why

How bad can they be?
After all, they’re fried
The best way to eat them
Among all I have tried

But the green has me bothered
I’ve never seen that before
Is it because they are moldy?
Kept too long in a drawer?

Perhaps I should slice them
See what’s hiding inside
Oh, nothing more than white
Seems the outside was just dyed

They cooked up rather nicely
Yes, the smell had me wooed
Cause now fried green potatoes
Are my new favorite food

P.S. The tomatoes are now ketchup  😉

 

Writing Prompt – Fried green potatoes – Day 26/31

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Frosty Went Wild – #poetry #DecemberWriting

25 Monday Dec 2017

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Seems Frosty had gone a bit wild

Finally releasing his inner child

Christmas was here, he was full of good cheer

He’d wink when the snowladies smiled

 

But something went terribly wrong

Must have stayed by the fire too long

No longer jolly, all that’s left is his holly

Now they remember him, with a song

 

Writing Prompt – Frosty goes wild – Day 25/31

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