Monthly Archives: December 2012

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas 100WCGU#70

‘Twas the night before Christmas and she looked in despair
At the mess all around her in her gloomy lair
The tree was pathetic and dying already
The baubles were tarnished and the star so unsteady
The floor was adorned with the mess from the boys
She still had to wrap up their various toys
The kitchen was groaning – a mass all unwashed
Her joy of the season was feeling so squashed
She looked at the telly, at images clear
They showed happy families and great Christmas cheer
The ladies were perfect, their showhouses neat
And she wept in the corner on her comfiest seat

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week 69: Bah! Humbug!

Baubles, tinsel, twinkling lights in lifts
And people bustling through the crowds of others
Anxious faces looking for the gifts
Aimed at mums and dads and wives and brothers
Hopes for better times, a deepening frown
Heavy hearts and faces truly pained
Hunting for some bargains, counting down
Under no illusions, worrying, drained
Moving at a snail’s pace down the road
Bright lights gone, we hear the people groan
Under austere times, a heavy load
Greetings funded by a pay day loan
OK, OK. So I know it isn’t 100 words….but I already had to add extra lines to make the verses right…so BAAAHH HUMBUG!
Have a lovely Christmas, everyone.

100WCGU Week 68 LIFE

I cheated a bit by splitting the phrase this week! Well…..I always was a bit of a maverick!
I tested them all to make sure they worked. When I put them away I wondered what next year would bring. These lights reminded me of life. You could treat them gently, wrap them in soft tissue, store them in a sturdy box in a safe place but despite all your care and attention, you could find at the end of the year that they had mysteriously broken. The last twelve months had taught me that no matter how much care, how much love, how much playing safe you did, there were no guarantees that everything would turn out right.

100WCGU Week 67 I Saw it There





I saw it there, the only one
My eyes dilated
I was fated
I knew my need had to be sated
I paused to think
My breath was bated
A moment’s doubt, myself berated
My hand reached out, too long I’d waited
My fingers trembled, agitated
And nearly there, manipulated
With fingers stretched, mouth dessicated
A sudden move – I’m nauseated
As someone else just captivated
The prize that I prognosticated
My mouth ajar, I’m nauseated
The chocolate is masticated
And I am feeling devastated
He ummed and ahhed, luxuriated
Oblivious, I’m infuriated
I saw it there, and now it’s gone