Captured!

MAXINE ON SATURDAY
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CAPTURED!

In the days of old there were nasty things

Designed to catch the flies.

They hung from cottage ceilings

Without thought of a disguise.

'Fly Papers', we used to call them;

They were yellow, long and thin;

Deceitful yellow ribbons

To draw the insects in.

The Fly Papers were sticky;

The flies were trapped and died;

Fluttering and squirming

With nowhere they could hide.

And their bodies simply hung there

Till the ribbon was obscured

And the sight of a mass of decaying flies

Could hardly be endured.

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Today we have computers,

With Bloggers in their thrall.

All over the world are the victims,

Bloggers, wall to wall!

The Maxine's, busy blogging,

Are attracted to their screens,

And like struggling flies they cling there,

Masses of Maxines!

See, in the illustration,

How her hands are surely stuck

To the keyboard which restrains them;

Obsession run amok!

We try to ignore the attraction,

But we're drawn to that silver screen.

We'll never never be free from it,

Give up the struggle, Maxine!
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SHADOW SHUFFLE

Down at the Olive Tree Markets
On a Saturday in Spring
There was quite a rush,
Almost a crush,
As each searched for 'that little thing'.
And the shadows were stirred like a pudding
Underneath all the scuffling feet.
And we met and talked
And sat and walked
And searched for that special treat.

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