Baby Boom ~ #JuneWriting #poetry

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It was quite the extravagant fuss
In fact, it was superfluous
To invite all the neighbors
To witness the labor
Then stand around and discuss

But Gina wanted it this way
All the ladies, at once, had their say
Name her Lucy, Meg or Tilly
But, oh no, never Willy
We just can’t wait for this day!

The men couldn’t stand anymore
Led their ladies right out the front door
Making one big to-do
Leaving Gina so blue
And angry at Jim, to the core

Poor Jim, he could feel the doom
As the due date did solemnly loom
Can you imagine the noise?
When they found out it was boys!
Not one, but two, baby boom!

 

 

June Writing Prompt – Beyond the ballyhoo – Day 9/30

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Happy Saturday! ~ #myphotography

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One of my backyard buddies would like to share his treat with you!!  😉

Have a wonderful day!!

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Friday Fantasy ~ Wistful – #poetry

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Elvin magic flies about

Wistful thoughts crying out

Tearing at her soul, exposed

Longing to forget these woes

Of lovers lost

And left behind

Of broken hearts

For which she pined

Nights where bodies

Intertwined

Locked forever

In her mind

 

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Cotton Ball Dining ~ #JuneWriting #poetry

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Poor Mercedes, the dinner was late

She needed something that tasted great

Had a crazy idea

Kicked it into high gear

Served him fried cotton balls, on a plate

 

 

June Writing Prompt – Cotton ball caricatures – Day 8/30

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#TBT ~ The Door to Nowhere – #poetry #ThursdayDoors

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A door unopened, here remains
Through sharpest winds and icy rains

Where it leads, I do not know
Perhaps it’s only here for show

But what is that, a creature there?
Who looks completely unaware

Nary a movement does he make
I don’t think that he’s awake!!

I’ll walk ever quietly, to the door
This one I’ve never been before

Slowly, so he does not rouse
Toward the door, just let him drowse

Pray, the hinges will not creak
When I open the portal to take a peek

 

This gate was in the middle of nowhere on a nature trail. The little creature is actually the root system from a fallen tree!!

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