Good! Wednesday rolls around, hurray!
Do I choose poetry or prose today?
Can I write something to match my mood
Will it be love, sport, disease or food?
Shall I rhyme words for rhythms sake
Will there be lovers or food to bake?
Shall I drag out the past once again
Perhaps not that subject just causes pain
Thens there's Covid which bores me stiff
Forget that, let it be my midriff
No getting out but at home I'm sat
Not walking enough so tummy's fat
For downunder it is winter still
So expecting a big power bill
Come on Spring show us your powers
And brighten us up with some flowers
Downunder is slang name for Australia
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A cheerful one Robin, Enjoyed
ReplyDeleteHappy Wednesday
much love...
This is me every time I see a new prompt. I always wonder where my muse will take me next.
ReplyDeleteI like this cheerful ditty (even though I have a similar tummy problem just now, for the same reasons).
ReplyDeletetoday perhaps you should bake the lovers. i'm sure they will be delicious!
ReplyDeleteA cheerful poem!! Thank you
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the club of the expanding midriff à la Covid. We sure look forward to new seasons.
ReplyDeleteMy love of rhyme finds solace here, Robin. We're kindred quarantinians....you in the throes of winter, and I in the sweltering midwest humidity of summer. Thank heaven it's rhymin' time!
ReplyDeleteYour tummy and my tummy seem to be dealing with the same troubles. May spring (fall for me) shows up soon, or the our pants might pay the price.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely adore this poem, Robin! Your words lift my spirit 💝💝
ReplyDeleteYes, pandemic isolation is boring and irritating (not to mention fattening), but being able to look forward to the change of seasons is a delight, is it not! Spring forward with hope Down Under!
ReplyDeleteGood choice in the write, zrobin. I'm thinking you made good on the others.
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So many subjects to choose from. I hope the flowers return and you may stop by anytime as I share.
ReplyDeleteIt is so good to have a choice of poetry or prose, although I usually find myself choosing the poetic route, Robin, and I know what you mean about choosing a theme or topic – it’s easier if that is given in the prompt – but the expanding tummy is a topic I know about, as I’m still stuck indoors until Saturday – tomorrow! Keep warm – and don't forget to feed your namesake!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kim. Sadly my namesakes in Australia are far more independant birds as opposed to Europe and possibly North America too.
DeleteIt seems like you are staying positive as I see a bit of humor in this poem :)
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