I don't suppose anyone wants to guess what tomorrows poem is going to be about? I won't be posting it until tomorrow.
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Question 2.
As it's a Monday it could be wash day blues, or leftover Sunday roast for your lunchtime sandwiches.
OOOer! That second one was very close. 😀
Been there, Done that, Got the T-shirt Don...🥺
Once bitten eh🤓🤓
Still it’s good fun and a pleasant way to pass away the time x
Scaredy-cat, just because you nearly had to queue for the loo. I need ideas for future ones.
Honestly Don
At my age that’s not remotely funny🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🙃
Yes that’s me upside down!!!!!
I can’t bear all this suspense! 🙃
Better than waiting for my book. 😂😂😂
I would love it if you published all your rhymes in a book 😎
Gi us a clue! Or has Pantani already done that? Need to get my thinking cap on, but don't hold your breath (no pun intended) for a suggestion.
As I attended Rememberance Sunday Service today, perhaps your poem could be related to that maybe.
No, but that must have been a moving experience. The only ceremonial event I've been to was the Kings funeral. I was in my Royal Engineers uniform lining the route, wet through to the skin. My mum wanted me to wave so she could spot me when the film was shown at the cinema. 🙄 youtube.com/watch?v=oh0JJcf...
Hi Don, Yes it was a lovely service and the church was packed. My daughter collects driftwood from the local beach. This time she brought back two massive pieces of weathered wood complete with peg holes from a shipwreck. She had them checked out and they turned out to be 16th century. She made them into a cross 3 ft tall, draped it in old wire to represent the trenches of world war one and carved the names of local men who had died in the two wars. A river of red poppies completed the now very arresting cross. It was placed in front of the alter at an angle which seemed so appropriate to the occasion. It took my breath away as it did to others.
Were you in the last war Don? If yes, which Service?
Regards, Chrys
A photo of that would be nice. I got my calling-up papers Feb 1950 for Royal Engineers. Before that I worked as a telegraph boy in the Post Office, started at age 14, November 1945. They were still receiving messages of 'missing in action', some of the last men to be killed in the war.
Gosh, your memories go back to the second world war then. Receiving telegrams is something young teenagers today wouldn't understand now. Their smart phones mean they get up to the minute news whenever they like.! I imagine being a telegraph boy like you, would have meant you had to deliver bad news sometimes. That would be so difficult at your young age. I know people dreaded seeing that yellow envelope.
After the church service today, a group of us went for lunch at the local pub. Super meal and such good company. We chatted to some of the older men who saw active service. There were fewer of them this year but I love listening to their stories ande we owe them so much.
By for now, Chrys.
Don likes to keep us guessing
Gets us really stressing
I just think he’s messing
With my head.
What’s his latest rhyme
Will our guess be on time
I’m so tense I’ll just climb
Into bed.
But this is so much fun
Our bard is number one
We’re ecstatic when it’s done
And can be read.
Ploughmans lunch.
Well you have us all scratching our heads Don. I am surprised you need suggestions the paths you go down makes me realise I dont have an imagination. You keep making us laugh I dont know how you do it x
Sunday roast? Beans on toast?
Whatever could it be?
I’ve no idea, really can’t think! So....
I’ll just give up, and make a cup of tea.
My little grey cells are tired Don. Xxxx 💋😍😘💖
Bubble and squeak? Leftovers? Waste not want not ?
Very warm now Knitter, nealy there 😀
Fish and chips 💕x
For a change, no. 🤣 You don't get 'left-overs' with fish and chips! I don't anyway.
Remembrance Day ? X
No sorry. Knitter was near with leftovers and waste not want not.😉
Leftovers, waste not want not ...hm, something about food scraps = composting?
Not composting, another way of dealing with them. 😉
Food for thought.. wartime rationing?