When the pen takes control.

Your majesty, she coyly said,

as with downturned eyes

and sideways glance

she slowly raised her head

to gaze in unashamed awe

and though she wore a wedding dress

while the Prince in his magnificence

gazed upon the beauty that he saw

On one cold moonlit Saturday night

while resting in the glow of the firelight

when suddenly without warning we all

heard a tap tap tapping on the kitchen wall

mother said to us now how strange is that

could it be a mouse or perhaps a rat

you know what these old places are like

when lots of things seem to go bump in the night

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.) You respond with something CREATIVE Here are some suggestions: An answering photo A …

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #278

My humble effort can be found at https://bobfairfield.org/2024/02/14/crimsons-creative-challenge-278-a-sepulchre-in-and-of-wood/

The bluejacket’s flesh was still willing but by adding water to his rum it made the spirit weak

We all knew Lizzie was a popular girl

spent all of her life in a social whirl

everyone thought her quite gregarious

but she was embarrassed by her hairy ass

because outside her panties you could see her curls

Within the tree lined glade there stands

a fortress, coffin-like though bland

roughly thrown up so it would seem

from pine or even old oak beams

by some amateur craftsman’s hand

As we were walking down the street

we thought we’d find a place to eat

a place had opened recently

so as locals it was a matter of decency

we’d go in and would see if it’s a

place that does a really nice pizza

but after the meal we left a bit rapid

our Italian meal was simply vapid

There was an old guy called Fred

he loved to work in his shed

he was playing with something corrosive

turned out it was highly explosive

so sadly old Fred is now dead.

There’s a question that’s been asked by many and I myself still think it funny that although of me it’s often said I haven’t a sensible thought in my head I often find myself nonplussed when people ask what the Romans did for us, and the answer obviously is there for all to plainly see, before they decided to invade us our roads were just anfractuous so used were we to walking where only sheep had gone before and so we just decided to follow, the sheep’s tracks up and down each hill and hollow.