Ten verses have slipped from the keys this morning… and I curse
I’ve got into the poet mode, and even think in verse!
I’ve written of the landscape and the stories on the wall,
Of painted windows, scallop shells and sleeping kings and all..
I’ve searched for words that work with things like ‘Arthur’ and ‘stained glass’…
For rhymes that don’t make me appear a literary ass.
That’s well and good, I have to say, when working on the books
But going to the village shop I got some funny looks…
Is it important, you may ask, if sausages don’t rhyme
With Ani’s bones or strawberries, or olive oil and thyme?
I need a break to clear my head, I could curl up and read…
My eyes alight on Longfellow… no… just go out and weed…
The garden will appreciate a little loving care…
I’ll go outside and fill my head with misty autumn air!
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
I love the idea of trying to find words which rhyme with some of those awkward ones!
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*cuckles* It gets to a point where the words that are wandering round the murkier corners of my mind are not fit for polite company…. 😉
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Fantastic! I had so much fun reading it, that I had to read it twice! 🙂
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You don’t get a better compliment than that 🙂 Thank you!
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How sweet.
You’re very welcome Sue! 🙂
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🙂
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i love this – i think sometimes it is awesome to go on journey like this – it takes you to some interesting places in your mind – stretches out the imagination:)
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I agree with you.. though I’m not sure I want an imagination with a six pack… it would make the rest of me feel inadequate 🙂
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🙂
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