Doing a Stretch

SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS

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asks us to write on the subject of 'stretch'

DOING A STRETCH

I'm doing a stretch in prison.*

I'm living on bread a gruel.

There are arrows printed on my shirt

And I do feel a bit of a fool.

I walk round the yard in the morning,

With my eyes on the back in front,

And all because I decided

To pull a silly stunt.

I'm not going to fill-in the details,

In case you copy me.

All I'll say is I had a go

At shaking the money tree!

I sleep on a board when I'm tired

They've thrown away the key.

Let me be a dreadful example.

 Never do a stretch like me.

* Not really!

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PRIDE

Pride, they say, comes before a fall

And a shadow proved that true.

Here am I, looking very small,

Photographing a view.

See me in the centre,

That pathetic little dot?

I thought I was important.

This shadow proves I'm not!

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