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Very good Dave, superDave wrote:Mel asked us all to write a tale,.....
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Very good Dave, superDave wrote:Mel asked us all to write a tale,.....
Dave wrote:I was thinking of 'Billionaire', I'm surprised at you, boatbuilder.boatbuilder wrote:Now I wonder which expletive that could be?
I did hear something about you and the Titanic, boatbuilder, but I don't believe a word of it. We can discuss it later down The Lamb and Poker over a single malt, sorry, rum.boatbuilder wrote:Just one observation, I don't think I was ever involved in building one that sank, though.
What a great websiteboatbuilder wrote:which according to a website I found would be in Thetford.
Love it, thank you.Dave wrote:I found this poem which, looking back at Mel's 100 word 'Humpty Dumpty' story and funkychick's poem suggestion, I thought might fit into this topic.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Till someone pushed him and made him fall.
Forensics were gathered and evidence found
To discover who scattered Humpty around.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Were interviewed once, then questioned again
Suspects were constantly driven insane
Till finally someone cracked under the strain.
“I did it, I pushed him, I killed him”, he cried
“But really I’m sorry, way deep down inside.
It’s just that he constantly got all the fuss
But whoever wondered what happened to us?
Each night at bedtime, he takes all the glory
While we’re barely mentioned at all in the story
Yet what of us horses and all the kings men
Who couldn’t put Humpty together again.
We should be famous, not just tossed aside
Not have our celebrity status denied
Yet Humpty has his name written in lights
The nursery rhyme title should be ours by rights.
We have to deal with the stress of first aid;
The nightmare of seeing the moment replayed.
Yet just as we’ve dealt with the stress every time
Some other mum starts retelling the rhyme.
So do not be fooled by the name of the verse
For the king’s men and horses each time come off worse
For we have emotions, we feel stress and strain
But whoever heard of an egg that feels pain?”
Now this was confessed by a horse led astray
By jealousy on that terrible day.
He scrambled an egg with no mercy at all,
But made Humpty famous in one single fall.
Not just any old rocking chair SheilaOSheilaO wrote:JUST AN OLD ROCKING CHAIR
I'd like to claim it for my own work, SheilaO, but I found it on a website and couldn't resist posting it here. Your poem is very good, perhaps we can persuade boatbuilder to put up a prize for the best effort. The prize might be a second hand bag of Pork Scratchings he won on page six of February 2017 Infinity '4 & 5' though.SheilaO wrote:Love it, thank you.
Dave wrote:I'd like to claim it for my own work, SheilaO, but I found it on a website and couldn't resist posting it here. Your poem is very good, perhaps we can persuade boatbuilder to put up a prize for the best effort. The prize might be a second hand bag of Pork Scratchings he won on page six of February 2017 Infinity '4 & 5' though.SheilaO wrote:Love it, thank you.