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Catherine Wheel

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Feel the appeal of the
Catherine Wheel Meal
Cartwheel to then peel
a metre stretch of this reel
Ian Beale would conceal his love…
He would kneel,
freewheel with
a concealed Cockatiel
accompanied by
Lucille (a genteel seal)
She’ll be playing
Deal or No Deal on a
Steel glockenspiel

Just because something has your name on it…doesn’t mean you should have it for brekkie...🤔
It’s been a while since I wrote something vaguely poetical…

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Spellings for a boy aged 6 (part 17)

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The Dream was always of a bigger

picture on the wall, showing the 
adventure of a
creature with a miserable
future. This suited his compliant
nature and we could often find and
catch him without a
stitch on, scrambling around the 
kitchen begging for scraps of cake
mixture.
‘Fetch!!’
we taunted
until 
he
woke 
up.

These could potentially be the last spellings for a boy aged 6. We will see.

Bloggerwurst (100th Blog)

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The 100th blog have cometh

I review my CupCake Perusing aims.
and look at my blog manifesto

with all of my bloggerwurst claims.

I have failed to mention Imelda
strumming her guitar while playing the shoe,
also pans with pots as company
and pots that are homes for bamboo.
Bamboo’s a great name for panda
you can confuse him by calling him food.
Apparently next week on Attenborough,
Bamboo will get in the mood
Until then, I’ll work on mespellings,
with eyes and ease as they emerge.
Keep whistling this dirge my dear lovelies
While we see if Bamboo and Tian Tian will converge.

Female pandas ovulate just once a year, with a narrow window of only 36 hours in which they can get pregnant. Tuesdays and Wednesdays are quite popular.

I had intended to write about plant pots and not pandas. Et comme si de rien n’était, la fée disparut!!!
Au Revoir xx


Birthday Strangeness

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Birthday Strangeness

I can’t be only one who seeks out my birthday date

On a yoghurt, on some milk

On some small exceptionally stale cakes.

Tis the sell by date of the fated

waited on by numbers that are weighted

to the clock that ticks towards

the new old age

at Midnight.


Suddenly

it becomes

inedible, unusable

you’re left with rancid rotting consumables!!




Birthday oldness

Birthday newness

Time to chuck away

the birthday blueness

that left you colder

as you became older!!

Only one thing for it:

Warm and Bathe

In the vast candle light

on your stodgy cake parade

AND take cake and tea

and tea and cake

and cake and tea

and tea and cake

and tea and cake

and tea and cake

and cake and tea

and all will end

tea and cakely

happily.



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