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"You Can’t put a Pizza in a Casserole Dish!!!"

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You can’t put a pizza in a casserole dish!!
You great big twelve year old oaf!!
Next week, it’s the compulsory Meatloaf
and I’ll cure you of your vegetarianism.

I still remember her singing that line
in forced Home Ec
and I fell in love with the words and rhythm (I didn’t fall in love with Meatloaf or the woman with a sinister sauce repertoire )

No one stood up for me 
and I made my meaty brick the next week.

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The Ides of March or Jam Doughnut Day

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Beware the Ides of March!!
But that was yesterday
23 did stab 
saved up on tab
and jabbed Julius Caesar away.

I, myself
did eat a doughnut,
from the Forgate Patisserie
(Pronounced in the Crosswell way OK?? 
it MUSTN’T be pronounced –  frenchly)
and that didn’t do me any harm (not yet)
As I pierced the jam
that was runny not set
the doughy sugared dough
sank into the bottom of my belly,
trying to produce an evil stRetching gas
odourlous not smelly.
BUT I was protected by a peppermint tea halo.
Hooray and Hoorah for soothing minty tea
and your angellic, calming, healing qual-i-ty.

I have just discovered the youtube and may hence away.
Seems to be an exciting media.

Baby Shower’s a go go!!

Space Wafes

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Razzle Dazzle
Rattling around in pastel casings
Awaiting complete melt down
When a tongue comes to do its tastings.                                                                                                                                                                                                        
Surely sherbet from the outer
Mini maraca shaker
Strawberry pouter,liquorish doubter
E110,124 flouter
Soon starts now to wake.
Suspended on roof of mouth
Prize the surprise
With a finger……
Surmise
How long to
Suck quite hard
Before moving onto
The last 29.                                                                                                                                          
Clock ticks down to school pick up
I eat the rest in
A five minute frenzy.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            
Other Ingredients: sugar, maize starch, tartaric acid, sodium bicarbonate, colour (E104, E124)These ARE Space Wafes and not Flying Saucers. I’m sure I didn’t imagine Space Wafes when growing up- but google doesn’t seem to be playing with a ball. 
Long live the SPACE WAFE!

Bleak and Bare and Desolate!! (repeat often with an Am and B7)

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I live in this world and no nothing
Nothing except Life and death
Each day one of us is sacrificed
for the dominant race must live
and too I soon will be killed
for one of them to live I suppose
Until then I must survive
and I will obey those who rule
I live in this world and no nothing
I’m alone
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or get the lovely audience of 42 to chant it while
 you try to remember how to play a guitar and make noise come out of your mouth at the same time

Kreativ Blogger Award

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I’ve received this award from two of my fellow blogsters, Ruth Stacey and Sarah James. I am very pleased to accept it slyly and shyly from my right but will happily and gladly pass it to my left to Polly Robinson and Hollyanne Gets Poetic and Virginia Rose Inelle with a slight pause in the middle.

Part of the requirements of this award is pass on 6 random facts about oneself- with or without pictures and to then nominate 2 or 3 blogsters to carry along the award baton if they so wish. Here is my randomness.

1. I have lived at all of these houses. Here they are
155, 29, 32, 44, 29, 77, 14, 30, 29, 144, 35, 40 and 32.
Here are their stats
Mean  = 50
Median  = 32
Mode = 29
I have now used these 3 M’s in my everyday life just to disprove a point to myself. See Catherine- it is possible!! Grrrrrr!! I’m ignoring the range as that begins with a RRRrrrrrrrrrrrr
2. I did Maths with Johnny Ball at Pebble Mill

3. My sister once threw a dart at me (it was my fault) Luckily it was the 80’s and that meant ENORMOUS wooly green jumpers requiring no washing. The perfect armour
4. I’ve met Orville and he really does live in a bin bag.
5. After suffering a Bell’s Palsy 7 years ago, my facial nerves fused back in such a way that when I yawn my right eye closes.- just like a plastic doll- a bit like Tiny Tears.
6. I was once visited by micro biologists (they came in white coats, beards and sandals with pockets bursting with Petri dishes) I was a lot more fortunate than Jane Seymour.
HTML is scary too!! Just like playing daughter at chess.