Tag: humor

Poetic Tag “Twas Not, Twas”

Fandango, from This, That and the Other has tagged me in a funny Poetic Tag originated by Rory, A Guy Called Bloke. He started another one of his “Not Just My Verse” poetry blog hops. He wrote the first stanza, then passed it on to Paula of Light Motifs II and she sent it on to Fandango and so on. Below is the poem so far.

It’s “Twas Not Twas!

So here’s how Rory started things off:

I am sure, well pretty sure NO, of course l am sure!
Twas not twas, twas not there before!
And yet, here l am looking upon it with widened eyes …
This thing that twasn’t, and yet now it twas a surprise!

Then Paula followed up with:

When I told my friends what had transpired,
They laughed and said I must be a liar,
For things like THAT surely are not real;
Then it came back and said let’s make a deal.

Then Fandango:

So it wants to make a deal?
Well that does have some appeal.
I asked it, “Whatsit all about?”
And that twas when it started to shout.

Here is my contribution:

Yes, whatsit all about Alfie?
Do you have bats in your belfry?
Was it this or was it that?
I know ‘twasn’t tit for tat

Okay. I’m going to pass the poetic baton to:

Kristian of Tales from the Mind of Kristian

Have fun with it Kristian 🙂

Holy Cow!

I have just completed the 31 days of poetry challenge with OctPoWriMo, which I took very seriously. However I looked at the prompts today and nothing was speaking to me. So to reward myself for being diligent for the past month, I came up with the nonsense below.  It just flowed and the sillier it became the more I liked it!  Please forgive my indulgence.  I’ll be back on track tomorrow!

Holy Cow!

He was roving the countryside
Until he came alongside
A poor cow stuck in a fence
Her leg was caught in the wire
Half her body lying in the mire
Things were looking quite tense

She was mooing so loudly
But held herself together proudly
Her pain was obviously wicked
He tried to help her get loose
Struggling just tightened the noose
Her limb was looking crooked

He was fearing the worst
But there was a cloudburst
It was raining cats and dogs
She started to have a tantrum
So his guitar he began to strum
As he sat down on some logs

The music to her was calming
He could see she was a Brahman
A cow of the highest quality
If he could only free the bovine
Perhaps the owner would offer a goldmine
It was a matter of her dignity

She had slipped lower into the mud
The rain had left quite a flood
But he finally freed the poor cow
As the owner appeared
His reward he feared
Might be less than he had now

A bonanza was not on the cards
Not by many a yard
The cow was ownerless
The man who came
Was just playing a game
It was time to reassess

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Roving

Loose

Tantrum

Wicked

Bonanza

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One Liner Wednesday

 

Here’s one for you on this fine Wednesday morning.  Linda Hill had suggested Words of Wisdom as a prompt for today’s One Liner.  My Words of Wisdom would be “Don’t do this!”  This happened to me last night. Ouch!

Have a great day!

 

 

In response to Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday

 

One Liner Wednesday

 

Good Morning!  It’s another One Liner Wednesday and this week the prompt is “What are you thankful for?” In times of political upheaval and divisiveness, I am thankful that I still have a sense of humor. It is needed.

This one is silly I know, but I can’t help myself.  It made me laugh!

 

In response to Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday

Have a great Wednesday!

 

Kingdom

Kingdom

He dominated his kingdom
As a true ruler never should
playing dominoes with servants
whenever he could

Although his indomitable skill
Preceded him in the land
His Dominican queen
could never understand

As head of the domicile
She banned it by demand
His passion for a stupid game
So random and unplanned

Her boredom was of the play
That never tested his skills
Just a game of luck she said
You should work on the treasury bill

Pressured by the queen’s wisdom
Which was pure omniscience
He finally let the dominoes fall
Terrified of her malificence

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Linda G Hill’s Stream of Conciousness Saturday – words that include ”dom”

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Charm

Charm

I am a charming
Choice number three
Three times is a charm
Or so they say
It had better refer to me

Things come in threes
You can live a charmed life
Prince Charming came along
Charmed, I’m sure
Happy to be his wife

Lucky charm around her neck
Charms on a bracelet jingling
Plenty of Southern Charm
Ladies never sweat
In fact they’re glistening

He could charm the pants
Off anyone who’d listen
Although no one cared to
She left for charm school in Europe
Parents paying for her tuition

Someone will sweep her off her feet
He’ll likely be a charmer
He will cheat on her
Three’s a crowd
So who will be his partner?

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Photo by Roberto Nickson (@g) on Unsplash

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Smoke

He slowly rowed the
small boat
to the middle of the lake
never saying where
he was going
Just knowing what to take

Peace and solitude
It was a favorite
way to escape
He went quietly
without a sound
his plan taking shape

No one around
to question his actions
No fear of his daughter
Hell to pay
if she only knew of
his smoke on the water

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Tuesday Writing Prompt from Go Dog Go Cafe – Smoke on the Water (Deep Purple)

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