‘Twas the meeting before Christmas!
LWG for 04/12/2018
‘‘twas the meeting before Christmas,
in old Stuart House,
and all the brave writers
were unaware of a mouse,
who was chewing on paper
whose fine words were at risk,
for they, the bold writers of Lisk,
had been careless as to where they stored their stories, kept their tales of seas and sails.
The mouse was oblivious
as to the worth of the words;
the adjectives sublime;
some similes quite fine,
and one compelling metaphor,
never heard before.
“Nibble, nibble!” nibbled the mouse. his stomach filling with verbs, as he happily chewed.
“When I grow up I want to be a writer!” He exclaimed. On and on he chewed.
“I’ve devoured many epics, some longer than need be;
short stories and poems-
the writers don’t heed me-
and I quite liked the comedy writings of some;
although they cause a funny
feeling when they got to my tum.
Nibble, nibble!” nibbled the mouse.
“And now for our homework!” was announced to the room. “Our prompt was ‘Christmas’. to brighten the gloom
of a dark December’s day;
who shall go first, start off reading today?”
They ‘ummmmed’ and they ‘ahhhhed’ and then one did speak:
“I’ve written a story about a Christmassy Week.”
The story told, the response quite pleasing, a circular route to read was now teasing. But, clockwise or widdershins? Which way would it go? It always varied, so no one did know.
“I’ll go next!” from the clockwise direction. The rest now relaxed by this natural selection.
“My story is about the state of the National Elf at Christmas!” We did laugh. And this was followed by many a fine sentence and adroit paragraph. Until the story had been told with sufficient aplomb. “That was most uplifting!” a voice spake from the room.
SO, clockwise we travelled, the stories well told; one about Christmas Trees, and one of The Old, Old Christmases before rationing ended; when an orange was thrilling, and a broken stick mended.
Then it came to my turn.
What should I say?
What had I written Upon Christmas, for today?
I took a deep breath…
prepared all my words…
‘‘‘twas the meeting before Christmas
in Old Stuart House…”
“Nibble, nibble, nibble!” nibbled on the mouse.