26 Monday Nov 2018
Posted in limerick, November Writing, Poetry
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There was a young woman named Bessie
Whose habits were often quite messy
No matter what she ate
From the table or plate
Most wound up all over her dressy
November Writing Prompt – Pulpy snafus – Day 26/30
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18 Wednesday Apr 2018
Posted in April Writing, Poems, Poetry
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The fruit juice became so angry and fitful
Seems there was no more room, in the crystal
Because the oranges battled, to take their place
But instead, they wound up taking up space
All over the counter, and onto the floor
The fruit juice just couldn’t take anymore
It became so erratic, it had to be distilled
Now it sits in a pitcher, in the fridge, being chilled
April Writing Prompt: Spasmodic juice – Day 18/30
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03 Saturday Mar 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post
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Can’t find my keys, can’t find my purse
It’s getting late, it’s getting worse
Toss the papers in the air
Clutter, clutter everywhere
Under tables, on the floor
How did this become a chore?
Need to find someone to help
Where’s the dog and what’s that yelp?
The cat’s asleep upon a pile
I guess I’ll be here for awhile
The telephone’s ringing off the hook
No time to waste, no time to look
I have to leave, I’m out the door
I can’t take this anymore!
The Daily Post: Messy
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12 Thursday Mar 2015
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Can’t find my keys, Can’t find my purse
It’s getting late, It’s getting worse
Toss the papers in the air
Clutter, Clutter Everywhere
Under tables, On the floor
How did this become a chore?
Need to find someone to help
Where’s the dog and what’s that yelp?
The cat’s asleep upon a pile
I guess I’ll be here for awhile
The telephone’s ringing off the hook
No time to waste, no time to look
I have to leave, I’m out the door
I can’t take this anymore!
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Photo via Pixabay CC0
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