I'm not terribly happy with this week's bus ticket, though it does have the right number of lines and that counts for something somewhere. Started off with a neat idea, but the writing never gelled as it usually does between weekend errands. The weekend is up! Time ante up or pass. Catch the Bus here!
Family Photo
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On his way to join the circus
Passing through, stopped for biscuits
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Truant of the village, old Jim
Out raiding rubbish, caught again
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Directing the house justly a princess
Little Clara, future prime ministress
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Fighter pilot, police chief, astronaut
Shopkeeper not on the list yet, but...
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Sardines, soft cushions, saucers of milk
Being petted by children is not too much work
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New house new school new parents again
Life is all change for the orphan
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Baths schoolbooks dinners and laundry
She loves them all, especially on Sunday.
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7 comments:
You are too hard on yourself NanU!Sometimes poems just go somewhere for themselves instead of where you thought they ought to be. I really like this, I think it's one of your best, I really love the last line that pulls the whole thing together beautifuly. Brava!!
Sundays often give life a different glow...
I like this vignette of what these folks are thinking on a Sunday - I always wanted to be a librarian, myself. :)
Sunday was such a big day, you have captured past days well.
Agree with TFE, Nanu. This is delightfully quirky, from the mention of the circus to the future prime ministress. I think it gels really well.
You left me wanting to know more about each character.
Oh, that's a lovely take. I never gave the cat a second glance before.
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