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Friday Fantasy ~ The Wish

22 Friday Jul 2016

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I shall sit here on this rose
And wonder why it is I chose

To live the life of a little green frog
Who spends his time in a muddy bog

Ponder what I’ve never had
This part makes me rather sad

Then smile and think, why not for me?
I’m really more than you can see

A princely chap, I don my crown
Of glittered gold, and sparkles round

Oh, to dream of love so true
Under skies of brilliant blue

When finally, I see her there
Wandering, without a care

I call to her, she doesn’t hear
How do I get her to come near?

To share with me, that fated kiss
And grant at last, my one true wish

 

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Autumn Bouquet

10 Tuesday Nov 2015

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Swirl and sway with the whispering winds

Magic unfurls as a leaf starts to spin

Fluttering high on the wisp of a breeze

Below, the grass and flowers tease

Fairies dance in a whimsical way

Among the floral autumn bouquet

 

 

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The Sock Dragon ~ A Whimsical Tale

23 Friday Oct 2015

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Gather up the laundry
Sort it in a pile
Separate the darks and lights
Set the washer’s dial

Toss them in the dryer
Tumble them on low
Pull them out when they are done
Now where did one sock go?

I know it was there when I started
I wonder about its fate
Until I look up and to my surprise
I see who stole its mate

Yes, there he is up in a tree
All spread out on a limb
Lying on top of a pile of my socks
He keeps hidden under him

I wonder why he needs them
Do you think he cares?
I must admit, I’ve never seen
A dragon in underwear

 

 

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#TBT ~ Camping

03 Thursday Sep 2015

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They pitch their tents
And gather sticks
They tell me I should try it
It’s fun they say
Come on and play
Sorry, I just don’t buy it
The forest folk hide nearby
They never make a sound
But I know they’re there
And try not to care
However, it’s much too quiet
A pat on the back
As they finish their tasks
The campsite looks quite inviting
But I’m still not staying
With bugs I’m not laying
Just drop me off at the Hyatt

 

Originally shared July 2014

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Clutter

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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