Another attempt at Chelsea’s terrible poetry contest where, thus far, I have been judged previously as ‘absolutely dreadful’, ‘without redeeming features’ and ‘unrepeatable’ but not quite bad enough.

“Let’s Topic on a humorous end to a useful object,” Chelsea suggests

Here we go again ….

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The witch she mixes potion

Bats’ wings and eye of newt

Tears of angels, toes of frogs

Old wine and rotting fruit

She casts her spell, she leaves her smell

She takes off with a slop

“She’ll not get far with that,” I say,

“It’s not a broomstick, it’s a mop.”

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I am a recidivist thief. I borrowed an idea from Cheryl based on a challenge from Rachel and then (my greatest sin) stole words from Spike.

Have I no shame?

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It is dark in the forest

When the fire burns out

There are noises in the trees

There are monsters all about

There’s a shaking in my knees

There’s a tingling on my skin

There’s a hole in my ear

Where the fear sneaks in

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Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention (I barely believe it myself) that in an unexpected reversal of form in the short story competition mentioned above I failed to finish last.

In fact … I somehow squeezed myself into the second round.

The assignment this time was 2000 words Action/Adventure – A launch – An underachiever

If you have nothing better to do ….

The Last Voyage of the Nadine

Of course I am. What’s wrong with being obsessive? It just shows dedication (combined with mental illness) …. and to be compulsive is just to follow one’s instincts. Yes, your honour. Guilty as charged.

Laziness (L is for laziness, but I will Lie about that in a minute) is more difficult to defend. But, in my case, I would argue again, that it is instinctual.

Anyway …. with that in mind ….I might have suggested somewhere else that, with regard to this A to Z thing, I might just focus on the vowels. I have failed to deliver in that respect (L should have been for Liar) and suddenly, as of today, there’s only U to go (I owe U one). But as the second last vowel passed by I leaped upon the Ms Mathews bandwagon again. Maybe I’m obsessed with her ….

O. An obsession

I’m fishing. For her.

She’s not my possession

But I’m wishing she were

A pursuit. Not aggression.

She’s cute. Can’t you see?

But I make no impression

She’s not looking at me

Yet I speak. My confession

I’m weak at the knees

A humble expression

Of love

If you please.