Dabbling

THREE WORD WEDNESDAY

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'dabble, lean, utter'

DABBLING

When I dabble in poetry,

Dip my toe in that thrilling sea,

The pickings are often very lean,

Verbal garbage..... know what I mean?

Sometimes utter trash appears,

Result of all my sweat and tears.

But, sometimes, there's a golden phrase

Which never ceases to amaze!

I fall on it with joyful cries!

(I doubt if this effort qualifies!)

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 QUESTION TIME!

The family sat down to eat;

The Minister was a guest.

Mother had baked a special meal;

The crockery was her best.

Tom was minding his manners

As he'd been told to do;

The conversation was polite

Though boring, that is true.

The Minister was rambling on

About this thing and that;

You couldn't really say

It was a very thrilling chat.

But suddenly Tom looked puzzled

And paused with his knife and fork.

'Mum' he said 'This meat is nice

But it tastes to me like pork!'

'It is pork, dear' said Mother,

Smiling and being charming,

Not expecting the bombshell

Would be quite so alarming.

'But I heard you talking to Dad' said Tom......

And he stopped the meal mid-munch.

'I heard you say 'I suppose it's time

We had the old goat for lunch.'
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