Too Tutu

MAD KANE

http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/

gave us the first line

TOO TUTU

A man had a notable knack

For acting as Jill, though born Jack.

When all pink and frilly,

He looked a bit silly,

And his girlfriend soon gave him the sack! 

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                                                Hassam

APRIL SHOWERS

I remember the tide of optimism; Summer was on its way.

Winter was receding; April heralded May.

As a girl I felt the sap rising higher, ever higher

As though everything in Nature was working to conspire

Against greyness, cold and lethargy, against discipline and school!

Then, every year it seemed the same, I became an April Fool;

While my heart was singing Summer songs down came the April Showers,

Battering the brave young leaves, decapitating flowers!

'Not yet!' the showers seemed to say; 'You still have a way to go.

Don't you feel a little chilly? We may even turn to snow!'

Was it good for my soul, maybe, to cope with disappointment,

When Summer made a date with me and then missed the appointment?

June, July and August still waved a beckoning finger,

But Winter kept a strangle-hold, determined it must linger.

And yet, that very fickleness was part of the Springtime joy.

Yes, April could be tantalising, teasing us, being coy.

But here, in another country, where Springtime just strolls in,

Where hardly anything marks the time when the warmer months begin,

I remember April Showers with a rush of real affection

And my heart is on a journey in a Northerly direction.

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That's Nice!

SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY

http://shadowshotsunday2.blogspot.com.au/

 THAT'S NICE!

A dip in the water; a shudder and shake.

What could be better for duck or drake?

A spread of the wings, a flurry of spray,

And the heat of the sun on a summers day.

That's when I say 'Oh what luck

That I was born to be a duck!'

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AUSTRALIAN AUTUMN

(A Triolet)

The days draw in, the air grows cool,

The sun has grown a paler yellow.

A mist lies on the garden pool,

Where brilliant blue has been the rule;

The earth rewinds it's yearly spool,

The air is gentler, soft and mellow.

The days draw in, the air grows cool,

The sun has grown a paler yellow.

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Day Trip

GRANDMA'S GOULASH

http://grandmas-goulash.info/

supplied the illustration and asked for a VERY short story

DAY TRIP

We escaped from the museum;

We're on our way

To have a day trip to the Bay.

Dino and Dinah, off on a spree.

We must be home in time for tea.

(140 characters)

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FORGETFULNESS

It's a sure sign of the passing years......the loss of memory!

Those Easter Eggs! Those Easter Eggs! Wherever can they be?

My grandsons are demanding that I find them straight away!

I hid them oh so carefully awaiting Easter Day!

Did I put them in the kitchen, up on the highest shelf?

Did I succumb to temptation and eat the lot myself?

All right, Marvin! I'm thinking! Don't be such a brat!

Be a little patient! You're already far too fat!

Yes, Eric! I know I promised. But that was months ago!

No! I'm not sitting on them! I wouldn't stoop so low!

It's no good sulking, Henry, and slouching on the ground!

Go up into the bedroom and take a look around!

Discipline! That's what's needed! Make sure you tell your Mum

That I'm tired of being badgered every time you come!

But those Easter Eggs! Those Easter Eggs! Wherever can they be?

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! Is this senility!

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Dreamless Sleep

CARRY ON TUESDAY

http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com.au/

asks us to use Lord Byron's words (in blue)

If I had a dream it would take me by surprise,

For night is unbroken darkness when I close my eyes.

Not for me the brilliant adventures, the flying-carpet view,

The colourful companions, the trips to Timbuctoo.

But not for me the nightmares, the standing at a height

Knowing I'm about to fall, the terrifying plight;

The gibbering monsters, cackling fiends and other nasty things

That, to the nightmare prone, it seems, the nightly darkness brings.

My nights are all black velvet, unbroken and serene.

Not to be feared or delighted-in, just peacefully in-between.

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IF ONLY

Tomorrow's Headlines! I kid you not!

Ones that are sure to hit the spot!

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CANCER DEFEATED! A CERTAIN CURE!

POLLUTED WATERS NOW COMPLETELY PURE!

TEENAGERS GROWING MORE CONTROLLED!

CHILDREN NOW DOING WHAT THEY'RE TOLD!

CO2 REDUCED WORLD WIDE!

POLITICIAN ADMITS HE LIED!

GLOBAL WARMING NOW REVERSED!

AFRICAN CHILDREN NO LONGER THIRST!

DEADLY DISEASE STRIKES DRUG SUPPLY.

AUSTRALIAN DESERT NO LONGER DRY!

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Tomorrow's Headlines I bring to you.

If only they were half-way true!

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The Gorge

Tasmania

SCENIC SUNDAY
http://scenicsunday.blogspot.com.au/

THE GORGE

We had wandered through the gorge

Right to the very end

Past towering cliffs of rock

Repeating at every bend.

All grey and gaunt they were,

Devoid of softening trees.

And we were in such shade

We felt the stiffening breeze.

Then we came out to this,

A gentle babbling brook.

A view of trees and distant plains,

A scene from a picture book.

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BOATIE

(A verse for children)

Rockabye Boatie, out on the bay;

Before very long we'll be floating away.

As soon as I'm closing my poor tired eyes,

We'll sail off in the moonlight way up in the skies.

Sister Jill will be floating along by my side;

I am sure she'll have Teddie along for the ride.

Brother Bertie will follow; he's later to bed.

He'll have a big ship and the sails will be red!

We'll all wave at Mummy who's still on the land;

We'll all see the hanky she has in her hand.

All night we'll go sailing past planets and stars;

We'll see Jupiter, Venus, Uranus and Mars.

When we open our eyes to another new day

We'll find that we're safely back home in the bay.

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Stark

Rushcutters Bay. Sydney: Brenda Bryant

WEEKEND IN BLACK AND WHITE

http://blackandwhiteweekend.blogspot.com.au/

STARK

They rise, unblemished, on the hill;

Pristine, white and stark.

Rather like ancient ramparts

By the tree-shaded park.

They speak of romance and drama,

They speak of fairy-tale,

They speak of mighty heroes 

And maidens slim and pale.

But no! They are bed-sitters,

Full of commuters' gear!

How nice that, for a second,

I was transported to yesteryear!

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TITTLE-TATTLE

'Ooooh! What a saucy title!' I hear the young girl cry!

'Mama says I mustn't read it! Oh dear! I wonder why!

I saw  her take a peek inside when she thought I couldn't see!

I wonder why it's alright for her but not alright for me!

Does it mention flirting? I've tried that once or twice,

But Mama is quite insistent that it isn't very nice!

Does it go as far as .....kissing? There! I've said that naughty word!

That's the most.....suggestive....... word I think I've ever heard!

I go quite pink when I think about the......things......inside those covers!

Holding Hands! And Valentines! And Courting! And ......yes.....Lovers!

I'm being prepared for marriage! I wonder who it will be!

I'm sixteen now and that's the future that's mapped-out for me.

I wonder if husbands kiss their wives! Oh, what a naughty thought!

I know it involves having babies; ladies talk about 'getting caught'!

I've no idea what they mean by that! But I find it quite exciting!

If only I could read the book! It looks terribly inviting!

They say, in a century or so, the sexes will be equal!

This book looks terribly thrilling! I'd love to read the sequel!

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How Cardacious!

PINK SATURDAY

http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com

HOW CARDACIOUS!

It really would be very hard

To find a more quirky business-card!

A plastic surgeon, dealing in busts,

Saw this card as one of his 'musts'.

Now, when you're rummaging through a drawer,

And saying 'Oh! What's this thing for?'

You will easily recall

That your bust is much too small,

Or, alternatively, too large,

Rather like the front of a barge!

And you'll say 'Now there's a great idea!

What luck I found this reminder here!

I'd forgotten all about my size!

Now's the time to perfectionise!'

With just that little bit of urgin'

You'll rush off to the plastic surgeon.

Then you'll find that, quick as a wink,

Your mammary glands are in the pink!

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RELICS

The local Garden Club invited me as a guest.

(If I'd been quizzed on gardening I wouldn't have passed the test!)

No, I was asked to read poems about the gardener's lot,

And I had to leaf through old poems to see what I had got.

The garden itself was lovely, the flowers a great display,

The members very welcoming; all in all, a lovely day.

But on a whitewashed wall I spied these relics from long ago.

Intriguing and attractive, hanging high and hanging low.

I thought they were a great idea; I 'clicked' and that was that.

And below see me reading poems in a shady gardening hat!

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