Writing Group

The sequel

My last blip explains. My assignment was submitted by a young person who thinks tea cosys are old school. Hah! Oh and by the way, I had to manipulate the english language ever so slightly to make things rhyme ....(poetic licence n all that).

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ROSY

Schmosey
(Well that was her name)

Bought a gift for her sposey*

Of a tea-pot shiny and noo

He liked it a lot

And to keep the tay hot

She also bought him a cosy

But sweet Rosy knew

What her man held most dear

The colours white and blue

The colours of his city Dublin

Dublin Abu

He smiled at her sweetness

How thoughtful, he did ponder

And every little sip of the tay

Made his Dublin heart grow fonder

They wed the next year

And lived happily ever after .....

Suppin’ t’tay from t’pot with t’cosy

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*sposey is a word I made up. It’s a combo of ‘supposed’ and ‘spouse’, as it was assumed they would make a match.

Dublin colours are more or less blue and white

My class had a chuckle at this but the tutor said my rhyming meter was all wrong, that the words noo and sposey didn’t exist, that I would probably offend Dublin history purists with the mis-information and that the poem was a bit repetitive in places. But she concluded, with a glint in her eye, it is fun and she said in her summing up ... “never underestimate your audience; if they laugh (or cry) or scream or clap, in other words, react then it’s fine. Remember (she continued) some of the very successful plays caused outraged members of the audience to walk out of the auditorium half way through the play.

(Our tutor has the knack of being critical and complimentary in the one sentence).

My image of the Samsung phone was given to an older lady and she wrote a story about a Russian spy making his confession to Putin by telephone. It was excellent. Well done Bernadette.


My extra is of me post subzero swim this morning. Lordy was it cold