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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #333

Sammy would only talk in a whisper

they thought that he was shy

but he was a terrible lisper

and that’s the reason why

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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #328 #Can you remember?

Between nineteen sixty and about eighty three

when the record store was the place to be

Hallmark in blue was the label sought

as to save a bit of cash their records bought

for instead of buying each band’s latest hit

they were there all together on one disc

about twenty songs on each were found

and you sang along as it went round

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #245 #Following the flock

This beach hut standing all alone

was surely once a shepherd’s home

the wheels which from the floor descended

cast aside, their use now ended

for it stands now on a bed of grass

the wandering life now sadly past

now ewes are brought down from hill and glen

to where the farmer keeps watch over them

memories like these fill my eyes with tears

for I remember when I used to hold the shears

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #212 #Creatures of the night

Beneath bronzed bracken fronds are formed

tracks left by frenzied creatures as

the rising sun proclaims the morn

the time for foraging now is passed

beneath drooping eyelids, bellies full

warm, grass-lined burrows gently call

for now their long night’s work is done

they again await the setting sun

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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #283 #Customs and practices

Though the clocks have been put back one hour

I hope it will not affect adversely our

custom whereby we British pour

ourselves a cup of tea around four

on each weekday afternoon

often in the drawing room

although this demonstration of English taste

seems to have been rather displaced

such beverage would not be complete

without a tray of dainties to eat

and if you decided you would risk it

you could choose to dunk a biscuit

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #188

I took a drive out on Sunday last

passing places I used to know so well

then stopped and stared my mind aghast

remembered things I still could not tell

even though many years have passed

since I last went through those gates to hell

but now with chains and padlocks sealed

the stark gates looking forlorn and sad

and though they say that time will heal

I looked and actually felt quite glad

the message here could not be clearer

surely this is the end of a great era.

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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #257 #Isn’t nature wonderful

The glow worm is a quite

small bug that goes out at night

he has a luminous bum

to invite females to come

and check out the eerie green light.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #178 New twist on old theme

Humpty Dumpty one day took his bird

to somewhere quiet so as not to be heard

when they had finished what he wanted to do

he got up on the wall to admire the view

and the rest as they say, is history.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #176 Greenhouse tips and tricks

I’d like to impart to you something that I’ve learnt

if it’s a hot, sunny day your plants can get burnt

so leave the door open or perhaps a window instead

but make sure that you close it before you go to bed

for it sometimes gets very cold, especially through the night

and to find your precious plants all dead is not a pretty sight

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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #253 #Friends for life

If I might take a little of your time

I will introduce you to some friends of mine

they may seem a little creepy to anyone new

but we all get funny after a year or two

sorry I forgot to tell you the price of a bed

they come free but to get in you have to be dead

and I’m afraid you can’t get a single room

it is always quite cosy in the catacomb.

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