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[Dave]

Latest post of the previous page:

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.

[Mel]

I thought I would start a writing topic. Short stories, poetry, prose etc. Anything really, as long as it is all original and all your own work.

When you said you found the 'Humpty Dumpty' poem Dave, I take it that you found it amongst your own work

Another 100 word story....

He felt the beads of sweat on his forehead; the perspiration rolled down his cheeks and he tasted the saltiness with his tongue as it reached the corners of his mouth.

His throat felt dry, an annoying tickle forced him to cough and a rasping sound emerged from his parched lips. He could hear and feel his heart pounding, galloping; surely it was not going to pack in now, that would be a cruel twist of fate.

With hands trembling feeling worried and fretful he looked at his watch. It had been just two hours since he had stopped smoking.

[Dave]

When you said you found the 'Humpty Dumpty' poem Dave, I take it that you found it amongst your own work

It was one among many in a vast collection that I have penned over the years, Mel. This year MyLowestoft.com, next year Poet Laureate.

[boatbuilder]

This year MyLowestoft.com, next year Poet Laureate.

Hmmm! I might then have to ask you for an 'exposure fee' for the use of the forum.

[Dave]

Hmmm! I might then have to ask you for an 'exposure fee' for the use of the forum.

I have absolutely no intention of exposing anything, boatbuilder, so no fee will be required. What's more, this is a family site.

[boatbuilder]

Wrong sort of 'exposure' there, Dave. I don't think along those lines.

[Mel]

It was one among many in a vast collection that I have penned over the years, Mel. This year MyLowestoft.com, next year Poet Laureate.

You have certainly got a talent for writing poetry Dave...as for Poet Laureate...the jury is still out

[Dave]

You have certainly got a talent for writing poetry Dave...as for Poet Laureate...the jury is still out

If it was in, Mel, they might find me guilty of plagiarism.

[Dave]

How bad can one man’s luck be? He lay in the hospital bed, his leg in plaster, cursing those damned stairs. He had lost his dream job, pianist in one of the most famous venue’s in the world, before it began. Then his fiancé left him when she heard he was just going to be plain old Jack Brown again. Out of work, money and luck.
‘Well, how is the luckiest man in the world today?’ asked Nurse Swift.
‘What?’ Jack asked.
‘Look at the newspaper,’ she said.
He stared at the headline.
‘TITANIC SINKS AS THE BAND PLAYS ON’.

[Mel]

How did you find writing a 100 worder Dave; I sometimes spend ages editing a story trying to get it down to 100 words but I find it very satisfying when it works out OK. From the lucky man in your story to a not so lucky fella...

For three nights now Dennis had dreamt of being kicked by a rearing horse. Last night had been the worst and he had woken up with a thumping headache. Drinking his breakfast coffee he thought to himself that maybe he should cut down on his Budweiser and his cheese sandwich suppers.

A blustery wind tugged at his coat as he walked to work. Suddenly an almighty crash and a searing pain exploded in the back of his head…and there was blackness.

NEWSFLASH: A pedestrian was killed this morning when the sign at the ‘Three Horseshoes’ pub crashed to the ground……

[Dave]

How did you find writing a 100 worder Dave;

It took me back to English lessons at school, Mel, where we had to trim a story down to the bare bones whilst still keeping the plot intact. I think it was called a précis. I had the idea in my head before I sat down to type it and like you I took a while getting the word count right. I might have a go at one about Donald Trump, the only problem is I can only think of one word to write.

[boatbuilder]

I might have a go at one about Donald Trump, the only problem is I can only think of one word to write.

Now I wonder which expletive that could be?

[Dave]

Now I wonder which expletive that could be?

I was thinking of 'Billionaire', I'm surprised at you, boatbuilder.

[Dave]

Mel asked us all to write a tale,
Of one hundred words precisely,
Not one word more or one word less,
One hundred would do nicely.

Then he thought, we’ll write some verse,
Of love and peace and fun,
Of seaside days and Uncle Bert,
Of Rover and the sun.

‘But just a sec’ said Mel with glee,
'I know it sounds absurd,
Why don’t we write a poem,
That contains one hundred words?'

So here I sit, with pen in hand,
I believe that’s it, I guess,
I think I’ve scored a hundred,
Not one word more or less.

[boatbuilder]

Now I wonder which expletive that could be?

I was thinking of 'Billionaire', I'm surprised at you, boatbuilder.

I'll believe you Dave, where thousands (or could that be billions) wouldn't.

[Mel]

Mel asked us all to write a tale,.....

Very good Dave, super