Escape to the County, this month. COMMENTS ENABLED
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The ramblings of aspiring author, Madeleine Sara, her dreams to become published and her trials and tribulations along the way. Plus other writerly nuggets of wisdom! Apologies for my typos, I get very cold hands with Raynauds and sometimes there's a persistent kittie on my lap, nudging my hand as I type.
My masterpiece rejected
I must not give up!
Waiting for my muse
I'm in a short story slump
Need a writing boost
Feeling somewhat low
I need some blogging solace
Thank you, one and all
|A fellow who had a degree|
in Catering Technology
Said “You really should try it
It’s so on your diet
You’ll be as slim, as a leaf on that tree!”
A fellow who had a degree
Could get you one too, for a fee:
‘With a Bachelor of Art
You can make out you’re smart
But it’s more for the full MSc’
* This one won an honourable mention! *
|A woman who had a degree|
In freezing out poor company
Used her most frosty glare
And her teeth she would bare
To all those she deemed lacked pedigree.
A gal who was partial to gin,
Would lick every drop from her chin.
Shrugging off the affliction
When accused of addiction;
"That's a slur!" she would say, with a grin.
A woman whose fingers were green
From a regular gardening routine
Suddenly pulled up a gourd
And then shouted “Oh Lord!”
For its shape was quite frankly obscene
A lady was clipping her hedge
When she made up her mind with a pledge
To grow pulses and beans
Some parsnips and greens
For she loved nothing more than her veg.
A lady from W.I.
Had her eye firmly fixed on her guy
Though his fingers were green
She was clearly quite keen
And would covet his spade with a sigh.
When judging the gardening prize
An important criteria is size
And it’s vital to note
That what gets the best vote
Is the one that’s a sight for sore eyes.