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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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In-Vader ~ #poetry #whimsy #ValentinesDay

14 Thursday Feb 2019

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(Heavy Breathing)

My dearest Padawan, I have something, just for you

The droids reminded me, to give you something blue

Oh yes, and something red, although, I prefer all black

The elevator’s calling us, let’s move in, toward the back

No one else will follow us, trust me, this is true

But should they get too close, they’re easy to subdue

We can be together, all alone, in this elevator

You can be my chosen one, and I can be your Vader

(Snickering laugh)
(Back to heavy breathing)

Take these flowers, please, they’re making me wheeze!

 

A little levity on this day of passion and love!  😉  This was my original poem for ~M’s challenge.  Then I just made it silly lol  ❤

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Down at the Coffee Shop – #poetry #FebruaryWriting

13 Wednesday Feb 2019

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In a quaint little coffee shop, across the street

The town folk get together, to have a little treat

Every morning, like clockwork, they arrive at eight

To get their favorites, from a gal, they call her Kate

Now, let me tell you a bit, about this dear ole lady

Some folks say her coffee’s, tasting kind of shady

They claim it has a hint of peach, just a bit fruity

But Kate says no, it can’t be, blaming it on Judy!

The folks suspect, they’re in cahoots, those two

Even the tea was off, smelled like hazelnuts, eew!

Seems the lovely ladies, had been having some fun

Switching up the drinks, before the day was done

They began to laugh, thinking they had pulled a gem

Until the folks, tossed the drinks, right back at them

 

February Writing Prompts – Peach coffee and hazelnut tea – Day 13/28

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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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