Rapid fire questions
Who’ll get them right?
Fingers on buzzers
Big prize tonight.
Rapid fire questions
The pressure is on.
Struggling for answers
What have you won?
I have a question
Answer me quick
Questions keep coming
Come at a lick.
Rapid fire questions
Tonight’s special prize.
Your always a winner
At least in my eyes.
via Rapid
Some days the sun wakes feeling good
And stretching down, a smile upon its face,
It reaches out and pulls aside the clouds
To cast its light on each forgotten place.
We feel its warming breath upon our skin
And gladdened do not linger in our beds
But rise to meet that beckoning day
A summer lightness in our heads.
And memory’s made of days like this
When gracious sun bestows its kiss.
Remembered days, each sweet as this.
Our childhood days when school was out
And time was ours and we were free.
Or watching children of our own who play
And giggle, sun warmed, blissfully.
We need the sun to cheer our sky
So may it shine on you today.
You flaunt your wealth
For all your worth
Wealthy braggart
What could be worse?
You don’t much care
For the likes of us
Shove in our face
Ill gotten riches.
So full of yourself
Too big for your breeches.
You’ve few real friends
For all your riches.
via Flaunt
I walked today through bluebell woods
As the sun dappled through the trees.
A good dirt path beneath my feet
And a small dog off his lead.
It was a perfect woodland scene
We’d the breath of spring in our lungs
So good to simply be outside
A part of it all alive
via Bubble
You said we can’t live in a bubble
Insisted the bubble should burst.
We dropped to the ground in an instant
And people around us got hurt.
You can’t rely on a bubble
They burst and people get hurt
You drop to the ground in an instant
It’s real and that means people hurt.
It’s real life that really matters
Life in a bubble’s no good.
You can’t always live in a bubble
Though sometimes I wish that we could.
There’s a polar bear
On the Isle of Wight
A fact not many know.
But he’s stark and white
Against the cliffs
And plain for all to see.
He’s not as fierce
As some can be
But marks his territory.
Bungalows,
The retro feel
He protects them avidly.
A polar bear
On the Isle of White
Seen across the sea
A striking sight
Against the rocks
Protects his territory.
I called you my mentor
But sometimes tormentor
Was closer to being the truth.
I’d try but I’d fail
And the cost of my failure
Was often that you’d hit the roof.
I’d try very hard
But I’d just hit the ceiling
And your expectations were high
Just went through the roof.
I’d try hard to please you
But often displease you
I guess that’s just how you are?
It can never be known
If you’d left me alone
The creature I might have become.
But you are my mentor
It’s been an adventure
Without you I’d never have won.
via Mentor
Big event at Ascot;
The Queen is sure to go.
We’re tired of watching horses
Give the lambs a go!
They’re full of spring time frolics
Will easy take the jumps.
Watching lambs in spring time
You can’t be in the dumps.
We love to see them gambol
Great to watch I bet.
Put your woolly jumper
On the one you think is best.
Don’t let bookies fleece you
The odds are not the best.
There must be honest bookies
But I’ve not met one yet.
Lambs frolic round the meadow
By way of Beechers Brook.
‘Mint Sauce leading Gravy,
Mutton coming through’.
Not sure who you bet on
But I bet on the ewe.
Thought I’d backed a winner
But I never do.
You flock around the winner
Ram it down my throat
Glad you backed the winner
Do you have to gloat?
I lost all my money
Really gets my goat!
Seems I went for mutton
That was dressed as lamb.
Here’s one I prepared earlier https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/tide/
The sea went out. I missed the tide.
I’m stranded, abandoned, left on shore.
My dreams, ambitions all denied.
The sea went out I missed the tide
Like flotsam, jetsam cast aside;
My hopes are dashed, I’m feeling sore.
The sea went out. I missed the tide.
Stranded, abandoned, left on shore.
The tide goes out but will come in
The waves will touch my feet again.
I’ll feel their splash against my skin.
The tide goes out but will come in.
Chances return though odds seem slim.
I’ll be prepared; be ready then.
The tide goes out but will come in.
The waves will touch my feet again.
Still working on the next big thing….progress is slow.
Writing can be a struggle sometimes but there’s always that dream that keeps us going.
The Next Big Thing
I’m sat here in a coffee shop
Like a J.K Rowling thing.
My book’s going to be the
Next big hit
But I’m not quite certain when.
You’ll be taken by my hero
Quite an amazing chap.
Or he could be a girl
I’m not quite sure
I’ve not cracked that bit yet.
It’s bound to make me millions
All I need’s a plot
Half an idea what to write about
Then it’s certain to take off.
I’ve not quite got it started
I don’t know where to begin
But if I ever write this book of mine.
It’s gonna be the next big thing.
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