Ethel is displeased
The poetry comp closes one week today. linkey thingy
There is only one entry so far and that is from Backside. Ethel is not best pleased and is tapping her foot as she was looking forward to reading lots of contributions. Miss the deadline at your peril. You have been warned and I take no responsibility for any subsequent knock on your door.
OZ
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Photo Winner
Congratulations to Soutie for
The Vegetable Seller
Poetry Winner
Congratulations to The Royalist for
The Flood
Will such a tantrum from our Ethel
Galvanise our poets’ verse?
Else our fav’rite shiboleth’ll
Die the death or something worse.
Agh!
This is not what I want to read on a Sunday morn, OZ; it’s terrifying, but it’s done the trick.
A swift poem is now my first priority after the tennis.
Done my bit…….
I’m weaving spells, frantically, which unfortunately leaves me little time for poetising …
Bilbers, can’t you include the odd swift and make it rhyme?
Eye of newt and beak of swift
Give my Yorkshire pud a lift!
The Devil’s in the detail, Janus. Gods work with a rather broader brush.
STOP PRESS. Ethel locked herself in Der Bunker this afternoon with lots of ancient, dusty tomes. She refuses to come out and is demanding a cauldron, some very strange ingredients and a black cat. I don’t think she’s making soup, or at least I hope not. Fumada, even though not being a black cat herself, has gone into hiding. I am nervous.
OZ
You are right to be nervous, both of you. Would it help if you told her Aunty Bilby has penned a pome? No, perhaps not.
Aunty Bilby keeps saying this, but there again Aunty Bilby has a black belt, 8th Dan, in displacement activity and is probably humming quietly as I write. Aunty Bilby could also remind Aunty Araminta, whenever she returns from doing whatever she was doing to that poor young man in Henley High Street today, that she promised me a pome on Swift. I have links and the tennis is over.
I NEED HELP HERE!
Shudder.
OZ
Ethel is fond of mythology, OZ. In fact I think she features in it somewhere (some monster probably). Tell her the horse is loose again and see what happens. Don’t say anything about the bracketed bit…. please!
You, Aunty Bilby are forgiven. Your submission over on the Pome comp thread crossed my last here by 10 minutes. For the record, my network informs me that Ethel has hacked into the wi-fi (whatever that is) and is trawling some website called findmyrhyme.com with ‘Araminta’ in the search engine. She has been there for some time and the air downstairs is becoming increasingly sulphurous.
OZ
The red horse herring didn’t work then. I will send spells immediately.
Beak of swift and eye of bee,
Ethel’s fuming. Oh dear me!