The exercise:
Today's prompt is: swept away.
In completely unrelated news *cough* I'd like to say again: go Canucks go.
Mine:
Straw bristles rush across the floor,
A cheerful tune goes with the chore;
The baker greets the rising sun
With a cloud of dust and fresh buns.
His steaming wares all in a row,
Proudly arranged in the window;
While he's out back feeding a stray,
His precious buns are swept away.
2 comments:
Poor baker, his act of charity costs him his buns! It's a sweet little poem :)
Who are these Canucks then? A hockey team perchance?
Swept away
There was an old house that stood on a cliff
Until that one fateful day
When a storm blew out and the sea crashed about
And the house was swept away.
A little boy woke and stared out the window
Bemused by the ocean view
His house was afloat like a strangely-shaped boat
And no-one knew what to do
The house is still sailing as far as I know
And the family are living on fish
For you stay swept away for a year and a day
Or longer if that's what you wish.
If you follow the link, you'd find out :P
I friggin' love this line:
His house was afloat like a strangely-shaped boat
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