MAGPIE TALES 91

POLONIUS :  

 Ophelia, where are you off to now?

You really are rather a pain!

You’ve gone out with practically nothing on,

Do you want to go dotty again?

OPHELIA

I must go to the top of the hill again,

Where the top of the hill meets the sky;

I painted those chairs weeks ago,

I wonder if they’re dry.

       (Forgive me Masefield.

Sorry, Frances; after seeing yours, I had to have a go)

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DANCING POPPY
Too young to know how many men were sho 
Or what the actual word “war” really meant;
  She had no notion of the soldier’s lot,
  How many sea and airmen’s lives were spent
In blood and flames and drowning sailors’ cries;
She only saw the poppies passing by,
And wanted one herself to wear, and prize;
She knew nothing of what it was to die;
So, on that morning into church she skipped,
And cracked the solemn silence with her smile,
And for a time, the mask of sorrow slipped,
As she danced with her poppy down the aisle.
She did not know how many people died,
Yet wore her poppy with a smile, and pride.
7.11.11

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 Passed!

I had to pass her, Mrs. B;

She would keep making eyes at me,
Her nineteenth test, she couldn’t drive,
But she was “eating me alive.”
Those mini skirts, revealing thighs
Up to and beyond her eyes.
Couldn’t see where she was going,
Blond fringe ever over flowing,
And, ah, me, that seductive smile,
As we zigzagged every mile,
Three point turn in twenty four,
 couldn’t take it any more.
So I lost my head and passed her,
Hoping to avoid disaster.
So, on the road she takes her place.

Be warned, people, watch this space.

28.10.11

           

STUPID DUCK

I said, “If I were you, I’d stay

On the pond, it’s your unlucky day;”

I knew, with his luck

He’d become Crispy Duck.

Oh, I’m no good at this sort of thing.

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STUPID DUCK

I said, “If I were you, I’d stay

On the pond, it’s your unlucky day;”

I knew, with his luck

He’d become Crispy Duck.

Oh, I’m no good at this sort of thing.

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“THE LITTLE KING"

“So like him,” she thought as she walked past

His, (as she called it,) “stupid still life thing,”

“….Arrangement…..”  surely it could not be classed

As that; cold coffee, local rag and….king?

A little plaster model, and so small

Now chipped and faded, destined for the bin.

It, and the mug, she’d like to see them fall,

The coffee drench the king and then begin

To seep and spread, spoiling his pride and joy,

(Oh, yes! To see his disappointed rage,)

Half finished canvas painting, and, oh boy!

His silly smiling face soaked off the page. 

10.10.

 

ELEPHANT WITH WINGS

I’ve  been given these wings for my birthday

My ears just aren’t quite big enough,

I can fly in my dreams,

But on waking, it seems

That I’m too big for this sort of stuff.

I really am quite disappointed;

I can’t seem to get off the ground,

I watched Dumbo do it,

And thought, “nothing to it,”

But I’m too heavy, too fat and too round.