Sunday, July 7, 2013

Sunday Scribbligs - Belly

Squatters, Mum
Have come to stay
Upon this land
Where I do play.

They dash around
All quiet and sullen
Hiding from us
Me and my mate Cullen.

Should I be quick
And snatch one up
Can I bring him
Home for sup?

We’ll feed him great
And fill his belly
With heaping glop’s
Of baked lamb and fine mint jelly.

Friends we’ll be
Forevermore
With the beings
Upon the moor.
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6 comments:

  1. How this bounced along happily, playfully and childlike until the last verse when we encounter "the beings on the moor". Then a far darker scene came to mind, unless "the beings" were "us beings".

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    1. Wonderful! I'd hoped to capture that sort of feel...the spooky feel of the moors from a childlike viewpoint. :)

      Thanks for stopping by!

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  2. Inventive and quite sharp...

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  3. I find that cute... not sure why. ~smiles~

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