Monthly Archives: December 2016

“And the aword for the best original new post of 2016 goes to…”

img_5972

I have no words to say
No words to write
Towards what ends
Am I here
And here I cite a famous poet
‘Read the above and weep
For is there anything more to keep
Than these wise words from a chimney sweep.’

Who was that men that penned those words
That gained such plaudits
Won huge awards?
It was I
Or me
Or both
You see
For I am him
And he is me
Or I
I forget witch
Or which.

I know ”tis silly
It’s what I do
So, Merry Wordsmith
And a Happy New Word to you all.

Presumpbumptuous!

Advertisements

Around the Day in 80 Words.

image

Morning arrives from night and darkness to day and light

And noon attends our zenith as we pass from am to pm

The afternoon can crawl or sprint as is it’s wont – and it’s different for every soul

Evening finds us weary from work or  family tasks and our repast is deserving of us.

The night draws on and we yearn to close eyes and receive sleep’s blessing.

The night is safely outside as we lay safely within.

And repeat.

 

 

 

Will the last person left please turn out all the lights.

img_6023

No!!!!!!!

It seems to be a series of losses that is geting silly.

 

If I should go

As well I might

In a little mo

And I am not alone

How long will it be

Before all have departed

After me?

 

And will the last one to go

Please turn all the lights out

Because to leave them on

Would be wasteful

Of the resources of the Earth

And I happen to believe

That every life has intrinsic worth.

 

Fortune Wookies

img_6101

I tried following the fortunes of the cookies
But, nerdlike I found a herd of Wookies
I followed them
But they heard me
And haired off in the opposite direction
To the one that I was going
Then it started snowing
Must have been a nice planet once!

Mac of Kintyre

Mac of Kintyre

Michael Macintyre
Mirth rolling out from your mouth
I desire
To always be somewhere else
When you are there

Far will I travel
And much will I do
To be reading a book
And not listening to you…

I think that just about says enough

(Apologies to PMcC, Wings and Mull

of Kintyre – and possibly Michael Macinyre –

though it’s just an opinion of mine).

No Limericks Today, it’s Christmas!


My dressing gown’s not satin

And I only know a little Latin

So, I say to you “go, carpe diem!

Take your chances when you see ’em!”

And never start writing Limericks without a plan.

When is a pomegranate not a poemegranate?

img_6090

Just falling about in fits as I have just found out that I am well within six degrees of separation of Catherine of Anagram.

Catherine’s familial device was a pomegranate and an anagram of pomegranate is ‘Panto Graeme’ enough said.

Jane was looking at a recipe. The conversation went this way:

J: Aargh! I ‘should’ have bought a pomegranate.

G: The pomegranate is the family symbol of Catherine of Anagram.

J: Anagram?

G: See what anagram you can get out of pomegranate.

J: (scribbles) You’re going to like this… “Panto Graeme”

G: Oh no, it isn’t!

J: Oh yes, it is!

Thanks to the Love of my Life Jane for assisting me in my descent to madness (King George Three, wait for me!)