As Red as it Gets!

                                  Gerald Gee

RUBY TUESDAY


AS RED AS IT GETS!


The splash of blood in Gerald's cartoon
Is as red as plum jam in a spoon.
It shows up scarlet, brilliant, bright,
Because the victim's clothes are white!
Think of the uniforms of old!
Ruby red and blazing bold.
Think a while and you'll understand
Why that colour was in demand!
When a man was hit and blood had spurted
His fellow soldiers were disconcerted!
As it dribbled, soaked and oozed
Other men became confused.
'We never thought of blood!' they brayed,
'But this sight's made us quite afraid!
We think we might lay down our arms!
That red has raised some loud alarms!
All the red that I can see
Makes me think it could be me!'
But, on a coat already red,
No-one could see old Tom had bled!
'Let's face the enemy with aplomb!
Nothing's the matter with our friend, Tom!'
*
Of course, those very crafty Boers
Could see red clearly out of doors.
They chose to wear a khaki shade
And what a sensible choice they made!
Red uniforms were mad, they felt,
If one were fighting on the 'veld'.
The rest is history, as they say,
Soldiers wear khaki to this day!
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Soldiers of a different era:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/trojan-horse.html

Copy-Rectitude

ACROSTIC ONLY

http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/

COPYRIGHTS

COPY-RECTITUDE!

Creativity is a joy

Only creators understand;

Pen and paint their constant joy.

Yet others can be underhand.

Rhyme or painting, sketch or tale

In truth reflect our very selves!

Grabbers mean a loss of sale

Hence fewer items on the shelves!

The product still belongs to us.

So that is why we make a fuss!

*

A little more of the mystery here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/15-missing-inaction.html

Yellow Ball

* See below

MELLOW YELLOW MONDAY

http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/2009/11/mellow-yellow-monday-42.html

THE YELLOW BALL

The ball is yellow? Yes!
We don't even need to guess.
Except for a colour-blind few,
We know it isn't blue!
But see the chart below
And it will clearly show
That a normal human eye
Is much better at 'I Spy'
Than that of a canine friend
Who sees the colours blend
In a paler rainbow view
Than either me or you.
This dog, a noble fellow,
Can certainly see yellow,
But it could be the orange ball or the red
That's held in his master's hand instead!
It's really hard for him to tell.
Thank goodness for his sense of smell!
*

How you appear to your dog!

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Another aspect of 'a dog's life' here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/cats-and-dogs.html


*Please let me know if this is your photograph so that I can add your name. I copied it ages ago, with permission, but I lost the name!

Still Clowning!

TAKE THIS TUNE

http://workofthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/11/glenn-close-take-this-tune.html

I feel almost ashamed to attempt a parody on the original and wonderful lyrics (reprinted below). But I can't resist a challenge.

 (I'm in a play this week where I know I'll make a fool of myself but 'not caring' is all part of the wonderful freedom Old Age imparts!)

STILL CLOWNING!

(Based on 'Send In The clowns')

Isn't it fun!

Isn't it great!

Knowing the toil is all done!

Thank you to Fate.

This is Old Age.

Isn't it sweet!

Isn't it fine!

Knowing the work is complete!

Drinking the wine!

Turning the page.

This is Old Age!

Once I was young, long time ago,

Now the time hurries where once it seemed lazy and slow.

Making my entrance back then with a toss of my head,

'I'll hate old-age!'

That's what I said.

Isn't it rich!

Isn't it neat!

What a surprise finding life is still funny and sweet!

Still on the stage!

This is Old Age!

I'll continue to 'rage'.

This is Old Age.

*

The infinitely superior original!

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.

Don't you love farce?
My fault I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want.
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.

*

Another view of clowning here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-clown.html

Deduction

DEDUCTION!

Three aspiring detectives had to take a special test;

Only one of them would win by proving that he was best.

A profile like the one above was shown to Student A.

And he was questioned on it in a searching kind of way.

'How would you describe this man?' The Examiner first said;

'Can you tell that he's a criminal by looking at his head?'

'Of course I can!' said Student A.' His nature is quite clear!

I can see that he's a criminal! He's only got one ear!'

He failed, of course, so Student B. was put in the selfsame spot,

And asked the question.....was the man a criminal or not.

'He's a criminal undoubtedly! And I know the reason why!

Look! You can see it for yourself! He's only got one eye!'

So Student B. was failed of course; he left quite hurriedly,

And then The Examiner turned to speak to the Student known as C.

'Tell me about this man' he said  and Student C. replied

'That this man is a criminal just cannot be denied!

He's wearing contact lenses too! That's most incriminating?'

The Examiner was impressed by this and, after hesitating,

He said 'And how do you know that?' The reply? ' It's very clear!

How could he wear spectacles with one eye and one ear!'

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Profiles also feature here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-and-white-magic.html

No Beginning, No End.

CARRY ON TUESDAY

http://carryontuesday.blogspot.com/2009/11/carry-on-tuesday-27.html

suggests the opening lines from

Graham Greene; 'The End of the Affair'.

'A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.'

I have used some of the words (in blue) in this poem.

NO BEGINNING, NO END.

A story has no beginning, a story has no end.

Arbitrarily one chooses that moment to begin.

There was a life before the start on that you can depend

And life will complete the finale, whatever tale you spin.

You may look back in anger or choose a forward trend.

Take your stream of consciousness and pierce it with a pin;

That's where your story commences,

So run with it, my friend!

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A story I cherish here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/151-lilac-dress.html

City Scape

                                                                From Brochure


SCENIC SUNDAY

http://scenicsunday.blogspot.com/2009/11/scenic-sunday.html

CITY SCAPE.

Newcastle, is a city that isn't widely known,

And yet it has attractions that belong to it alone.

Take Nobbys, once an island, till an artificial beach

Was built to keep the wild waves within reasonable reach.

This was in the days of sail, when many ships went down

Traversing the heavy surf as they attempted to reach town.

Now Nobbys is under discussion......should restaurants be built,

Leaving the historians with quite a sense of guilt?

Or should it remain a relic of the days of long ago,

Something that developers call backward-looking, slow?

Watch this space for a year or two then, maybe, you will see

What the outcome of this brouhaha will be eventually.

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Newcastle on the map here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-red.html