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Burping and Belly Flops – #poetry – #MarchWriting

18 Monday Mar 2019

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What started as a normal dive

Ended with a heap of trouble

On his way down, off the cliff

Dan let out a huge air bubble

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How was he to recover from this?

He needed to have another plan

And it better come to him quickly

The water was closing in, poor Dan!

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Trying to make the best of it all

He flailed his arms wildly about

Hit the water, belly side down

Burped again, came up with a trout

 

March Writing Prompts – Burping and belly flops – Day 18/31

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Men-o-pause ~ #poetry #whimsy

28 Thursday Feb 2019

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Try to get it done, he says
When you are at home
Not enough hours, nor ways
But still I never moan
(Well, hardly)

How hard is it to understand
It’s really not so easy
All this work, takes its toll
Makes me rather queasy
(And gnarly)

I’ve many heated exchanges
There’s nothing cool about it
So the neighbors don’t think I’m nuts
I try to never shout it
(Stop it!)

Wipe the brow, with a towel
Another one to wash
I really wish there was a way
For laundry to be quashed
(Drop it!)

Oh, those lousy moody ways
I get when he’s around
Can’t he find another place to flop
Like on the ground!
(Oy vey)

Instead he lingers over me
A cat about to pounce
Sorry, babe, not tonight
I couldn’t care an ounce
(Go away!)

He mopes about, a wounded soul
Yep the hubby’s got it tough
Wonder how he’d feel
If he had it, oh, this rough!
(Le sigh)

Okay, maybe I’m being too hard
He’s really not the cause (uh huh)
But, oh, the pain he suffers
Brought about by men-o-pause
(Poor guy)

 

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The Switch – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

31 Thursday Jan 2019

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January’s prompts where a fun combination of ~M and myself.  We challenged you to figure out who was who.  Did you guess?  Some of you were spot on, others, not so much!  The following poem is my finale to this month.  I’m still challenging you!  😉


Let me know, dear people, who was who, and how did you tell?

Some were done by little ole me, and the others, were by Michelle

We write in very similar ways, why, some even say we are sisters

But it’s a secret, I can’t say, only ones to know, are the misters

January, a month of prompts, blended perfectly together, by two

Beguiling or dark, whimsical or romantic, which ones did you do?

Alas, it now has come to an end, and February is calling my name

This time, it’s all up to ~M, so she’s the one you’ll have to blame!

 

January Writing Prompt – And completely by mistake, the switch was made – Day 31/31

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Unhappy Landings – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

19 Saturday Jan 2019

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One last yank, then a pull and the landing was clear

Sylvia plummeted down, into his hand, on her rear!

Thinking she was heading, in a different direction

Realizing too late, to make the proper correction

She braced for the best and expected the worst

This, the flight of her life, must surely be cursed

How could she be, so far off course, and then land

In the palm of a stranger, she’d have to demand

He release her at once, she was not too amused

But he wouldn’t let go, said he’d have to refuse

If he let her move on, it would cost him his pride

Said he paid, way too much, for his mail order bride

 

January Writing Prompt – One last yank then a pull and the landing was clear – Day 19/31

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Santa’s Elves ~ #silly #Christmas #poetry

16 Sunday Dec 2018

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**I have posted this for the past two years (making this year 3) and decided to make it a Christmas tradition on my blog. It was first written after a serious bought of insomnia, so I blame that…still.**

Please read this to the tune of “Jingle Bells”

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Falling in the snow
One winter, cold and gray
Over drifts we go
Cursing all the way

No bells will toll for us
Noise is not our thing
Let us be, or you shall see
What happens when you sing

Ooooh, what the hell?!, we all fell
Out of Santa’s sleigh
We don’t know where we should go
This Christmas holiday

Oooooh, here we go, to and fro
We think this is the way
Through the woods, up to no good
This Christ-mas hol-i-daaaaaayyyy!!

Ho Ho!

 

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