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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #198 #The hidden perils of drinking tea

Miranda from Hull was a grocer’s daughter

who loved to stroll in the evening down by the water

where she would stand and look at the boats on the quay

and the crewmen would invite her on board to take tea

but she would smile sweetly and say sorry she couldn’t

for her sister Jo had done so when she shouldn’t

because although they could not have been kinder

her fatherless daughter was a constant reminder

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Ronovan writes weekly #Decima prompt #97 #Doctors orders

Finally I am laid to rest

all my worldly cares forgotten

no more will I feel so rotten

as when the pain within my chest

convinced me that it may be best

if I booked in the surgery

my local doctor for to see

and told that I would have to wait

for they were not open till eight

by then it was too late for me.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #155

When we took a ride on the big wheel

I was hoping to cop a feel

but it didn’t take long for me to see

the earth below and its beauty

when I said this to my girlfriend

she said our relationship should end

for saying no to me was just a game

and things could never be the same

I must admit I was taken aback

and said give me the fare money back

she said you can go to hell

so I’m left frustrated and poor as well

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #147

Take a look at this lovely pony

it’s obvious he is feeling lonely

he knows if he squeezed through the fence

he’d be able to meet new friends

but for now he will just stand and sigh

as he sadly watches each passer-by

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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #221 “Olympic successes.”

Like many people in Britain I fear

who’ve all been waiting over a year

to see people on the other side of the world

who ran and jumped and bounced and twirled

but quite a few of us in the main

have watched the rowers as they strain

but have any of us ever thought

if they get sore sitting on those thwarts

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #143

Whilst on a trip down to the Weald

I went for a walk through the fields

The air smelt fresh, I soon saw why

On the hill was a huge pig sty

I have no qualms about pig-shit

Just glad I didn’t walk through it

Then a story came to my mind

The tale of the Gadarene swine

And the farmers in this region

Wouldn’t like it if I were Legion

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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt

The contestants in Paris to Dakar races

plan their routes on a most sensible basis

that if they are not able to carry any water

when planning their route they oughta

make certain that they can stop at an oasis.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #141 “A poor boy whose story’s often told”

Here’s the story of Nathaniel Quinn

he never did learn how to swim

one day at the lakeside he fell in

and though everyone was looking for him

they never did find poor Nathaniel Quinn

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Ronovan writes #Decima prompt #61 Reflecting upon the loss of a character.

Today we all are wearing black

sporadic laughter, shoulders shake

no sombre silence shades the wake

as all reflect upon old Jack

now at the end of life’s long track

sad member of the widowed club

chose as his second wife the pub

so I think we should raise a toast

to one who did so more than most

and in the act was prone to blub.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #134

Home comes the sailor, home from the sea,

he stands on the foc’sle and what does he see

a crowd of happy faces standing on the quay

he thinks my wife’s among them waiting there for me

but he’s not too surprised for this is not to be

she’s run away with Jim who lived at number three.

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