Once I built a tree house
High up in the sky,
There I watched departing leaves,
Imagined I could fly.
So now I’m in Emergency
My body wrapped in plaster
With broken bones, no dignity
An absolute disaster.
Please go to Magpie Tales for a more believable explanation.
Coal: nature's hazardous waste dump.
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ReplyDeleteOops, way too many typos!
DeleteCall the doctor, call the nurse
Itching now is quite ferocious
Psychosomatic so they say
Stress induced neurosis
Nothing fake about my itch
Real as real can be
Just wait until I blow this joint
Live high in the sky, up in my tree
I haven't had time to look at other contributions yet, but if this is a typical sample, I had better got to it! X
DeleteThis take on the Magpie prompt is so reminiscent of childhood...particularly of my own sons and their many misadventures with delusions of flight and resulting broken limbs. Thanks for evoking nostalgic memories.
ReplyDeleteNow I'm feeling an itch in my body cast...
ReplyDeleteyour poem leaves me in stitches
ReplyDeleteno plaster cast for me
you can have those pesky itches
while I'm back up in the tree
Love your imagination Stafford!
Now listen up, you lot! It is not a good look when the comments are smarter than the post!!!
Delete...but your words are no disaster Stafford...they always make me smile.
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