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I loved the prompt for Sacha’s Writespiration this week, where we are to write about when something is not what it seems!
Tonight he’s feeling lucky
As he chats to the blonde at the bar
She really is a stunner
The best looking girl by far
Her boobs are pert and rounded
Her teeth so pearly white
With hair so long and lustrous
And a bum so firm and tight.
They leave the bar together
And end up at her place
He knows what’s about to happen
And his heart begins to race
He starts to kiss her deeply
And his hands begin to roam
It was not what he expected
When he encounters silicone!
He moves on swiftly upwards
And runs his hands all through her hair
But it feels all hard and bumpy
With the extensions that are there!
His ardour is now waning
As he gropes her peachy bum
And encounters control knickers
That hide a wobbly tum!
This is not what he signed up for
There must be some mistake
This perfect looking woman
Was really just all fake!
For this week’s Writepiration Challenge Sacha has asked us to write about ‘Utopia’ and what it means to us.
I actually struggled with this, as although the idea of Utopia is brilliant in theory, I am not sure it would actually be that wonderful in reality. A case of being ‘careful what you wish for’ comes to mind!
Anyway, here is my take on it.
There is no such thing as Utopia
But if there was, for me it would be
Days filled with beautiful sunshine
And home would be right by the sea.
There would be no sickness or hunger
Crime would never exist
No wars, struggles, or conflicts
Or hospital waiting lists!
Everyone would be equal
Regardless of colour or creed,
Gender and sexual preference.
There would be no children in need.
But what if life were so perfect?
With never a worry or fear
Nothing to strive or save up for
Everything you need is right here.
Being constantly happy
With everything going your way
May get kind of boring
Like a Utopian Groundhog Day!
For Sacha’s Writespiration this week, I was trying to think about when I was ‘on the edge’ as that is her prompt, then I remembered something very special, an event that happened when I was about seventeen.
After you have read it for the first time, you might want to go back and sing it, as it might make more sense! (I don’t want to give it away right now)!
It’s close to midnight
And something special’s just about to start
I’m so excited
I can feel the rapid pounding of my heart
I’ve stayed up late
Just so I can watch this special moment
Never before
Had something like this happened on tv
Only in movies!
Yes it was Thriller, Thriller night
And I was sitting there, right on the edge of my seat
You know, killer, Thriller night
The moment had arrived and it was
Perfect, amazing, that niiiiiight
Zombies and undead,
creeping from their graves in the dead of night
Michael and Ola,
Walking home under the full moonlight
He starts to change
But first of all, she doesn’t seem to notice
Then he looks strange
As she looks at him
Right between the eyes
He’d been Zombified!
Yes, it was Thriller, Thriller night…..
What a tricky combination of words we have this week for Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge, ‘trill’ and ‘final’. I have opted for synonyms this week!
Here is my take:
I loved Sacha’s post today combining her 1000 speak and Writespiration prompts. Her mini rant on the expression ‘grow some balls’ set me off as well, and I decided that my contribution would be a poem on this subject. I then realised that actually, the prompt was to write about a struggle, but never mind, I think it still fits!
A quick word of warning. If you are offended by references to genitalia then this might not be for you!
When it’s time to’ man up’
We are told to ‘grow to a pair’
Balls will make us stronger
But that’s not very fair!
Why are they so special?
To make us act so tough
In those awful moments
When life gets really rough.
Gonads are quite tender
And one kick in the jewels
Can render someone helpless
Plus make them look such fools!
Women are much stronger
There are no ifs and buts.
We have to push a child out
Despite the rips and cuts
You don’t find women fretting
On having to wear a box
Scared that being sporty
Will break their precious cocks!
If you want to show some strength
Balls are pretty minor
I suggest you ‘woman up’
Grow yourself a vagina!
This is a great word for Linda’s Just Jot it January prompt today – ‘elegance.’ It is something that I am truly lacking in, but wish that I had.
I thought I would dig out a poem that I wrote some time ago for those of you that have not seen it yet, about my desire to be more graceful and elegant!
Oh how I wish I was graceful
and not a disaster on wheels
I trip over every obstacle
And my shoes have got broken off heels
I try so hard to be upright
But always fall flat on my face
My body is covered in bruises
From where I have fallen from grace
I long to be elegant and classy
But that is just not to be
Whilst others are sipping their cocktails
I’m knocking over my tea.
Life for me would be perfect
If only I was more chic
Instead of awkward and bumbling
And coming across as a freak
Oh how I wish I was graceful
But life is not very fair
So I’ll carry on being clumsy
And pretending that I just don’t care!
Sacha has given us the prompt of ‘rusty’ this week for her Writespiration challenge. I didn’t feel that I would be able to come up with a story this time, so I have gone with a poem instead.
I am pretty rubbish at English
And Maths was never my thing
I was always bewildered by Science
As for Music, I never could sing!
I was totally lost in Geography
History was never that clear
Religious Studies were hopeless
PE had me quaking in fear!
French was not my best subject
And Spanish I had not a clue
Cookery was never my forte
And Art was disastrous too!
So when my daughter struggles with homework
And asks me to help if I could
I tell her that I am a ‘bit rusty’
Rather than I’m just not very good!
I keep threatening Sacha that I am going to have a go at her Writespiration Challenge but have been a bit scared due to the high calibre of the other writers that participate. However, I decided to jump on in any way, especially as she has dared us to participate this week with the protagonist being LGBT character. Here goes!
The reflection in the mirror
Told her that she looked just great
The look she had put together
Was just perfect for a date.
The hair so sleek and stylish
The skirt above the knee
The sassy high-heeled sling backs
And the skimpy little tee
She had waited for this moment
For far too many years
Hiding her true feelings
Giving in to all her fears.
Finally she took the plunge
To make her dreams come true
She felt as though she was reborn
And her life could start anew
She sprayed a little perfume
As she walked outside the door
This time as a woman
Not the man she had been before.
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