Although Mary Poppins it’s plain to see
did not possess a medicine degree
as a person she seemed so nice
we all should listen to her advice
and have a spoonful of sugar.
Monthly Archives: Jun 2024
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #293 #Persistence in adversity
Walking on the crack in the pavement
when young was the path to bereavement
but if you take a look at this picture it’s clear
the reason why for us it used to hold such fear
if you stood on a flower before it opened in the sun
of food for the bees then there would be none.
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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #368 #What your granny wouldn’t tell you
It was as late as nineteen forty one
when to our war-torn shores came Americans
so while the British tommies were away fighting
the girls at home found that quite exciting
to do their duty was really quite plain
these amazing visitors should be entertained
who introduced with razzmatazz
the jive, the jitterbug and all that jazz
officers, enlisted men, they all seemed grand
in this quaint, still almost Edwardian land
when asked if they could get acquainted
modestly the reply was, Oh my sainted
Aunt, whatever are you trying to say?
before agreeing to a roll in the hay.
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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #367 #Independent thinking
For those who are interested in history
cast your minds back to seventeen seventy three
because in that year far across the sea
we had the famous Boston tea party
on the throne of England was young George three
and some rich men formed the East India Company
who controlled parliament or so it would seem
who were granted an unfair monopoly
it had to do with the lucrative trade in tea
and in the end lost Britain a major colony
starting the war of Independence you see
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #291 #the continuing saga.
I say he but in truth there was an androgenous figure dressed in a silver-white shimmering toga-like cloak. A pair of bare legs ended in pale brown leather sandals. Two black, unblinking eyes stared at me from a white, bloodless face. My first thought was angel but there was something unsettling in the softly uttered, “Please come in, we have been expecting you.” My surprise was even greater when I realised that as I passed through the doorway it did not lead into any form of room, indeed there was no building at all, instead there was just a short passage of what looked like medieval tiles which lead to an open stone archway, through which I saw an unkempt grassy garden bordered by an overgrown hedge. “But, but,” I started to say but my host placed an arm around my shoulder and gently pressed me forward.
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When the pen takes control. 