Kate. My Love
is Like a Maris Piper. This poem described a husband who built up his wife’s
anticipation by pre-warning her of an impending Valentine’s Day present.
After all the lean years, she at least expected an exotic
weekend, expensive bling or at least flowers.
The unusually shaped potato was to be dressed up to resemble
a fancy ladies hat. It failed to impress. Especially as it became the
ingredient of the evening meal before the food oriented husband had had time to
decorate this present of a lifetime.
Pete’s farce of unlikely coincidences included babies
of two neighbours, being born and eventually marrying each other on 14th
February. They each lost a parent on St Valentines day and their remaining
parents remarried on the 14th Feb.
Their only child was born on Christmas Day.
Morag’s rhyme told of a hapless husband mentally
browsing the list of possibilities for a unique present for his loving wife on
Valentine’s day.
Like a bolt out of the blue, inspiration hit him in the form
of the gift of a nice cup of tea.
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Other readings.
Joan Fr. The beautiful
girl on the beach initially did not mind losing her coat or her inhibitions to
the handsome young man when they first met.
He took her to his home where she pined for the coat and her
own home. When she recovered the coat and rejoined the other Silkies in the
sea, he tried to follow and was drowned.
John S. read another dark chapter from his book. The
girl sat on the train, apprehensively clutching the bag containing the drug
delivery. She believed it would remove her money worries.
At each train stop the fellow passengers around her changed
until at the last stop but one, two apparently innocent passengers sat next to
her, and menacingly sole her burden. Her worries had now multiplied.
Joan Fr Calum
was initially jealous of this new sister, baby Anna, but a few months later
when she went missing and even the Police couldn’t find her, he was as worried
as everyone else.
Eventually it was he that found her bunny and then Anna
asleep but squeezed into a tiny space under the table. Anna had crawled into a
tiny cul-de-sac.
Rob’s poetic riddle was about a Compound Word with
many connotations. A few among them were speckled and pink, money and Christmas,
the tallyman, not fat but it helped cars round corners.
*answer below
Next week:- A
Lifetime Addiction 500 word or poem.
* Piggy Bank
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