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Sunday April 15th, 2018

The exercise:

Write about something that is: crumpled.

3 comments:

  1. Crumpled reminded me of the cow with the crumpled horn, and everything else is pretty much as you'd expect from here on in :)

    Crumpled
    This is the house...
    This is the house the skinny thug built.

    This is the ‘hood in which he found the wood,
    And this is the house the skinny thug built.

    This is the saw he used to cut out a door
    From the wood that he stole from a neighbouring ‘hood
    And this is the house the skinny thug built.

    This is the yard scraped where the ground’s hard
    Where now lies the saw he used to cut out a door
    From the wood that he stole from a neighbouring ‘hood
    And this is the house the skinny thug built.

    This is the chicken pecking at corn
    Who lives in the yard scraped where the ground’s hard
    Where now lies the saw he used to cut out a door
    From the wood that he stole from a neighbouring ‘hood
    And this is the house the skinny thug built.

    This is the policeman raiding at dawn
    Who trips over the chicken pecking at corn
    Who lives in the yard scraped where the ground’s hard
    Where now lies the saw he used to cut out a door
    From the wood that he stole from a neighbouring hood
    And this is the house the skinny thug built.

    This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
    Who charged at the policeman raiding at dawn
    Who tripped over the chicken pecking at corn
    Who lives in the yard scraped where the ground’s hard
    Where now lies the saw he used to cut out a door
    From the wood that he stole from a neighbouring ‘hood
    And this is house the skinny thug built.

    This is the judge all shaven and shorn
    Who sentenced the thug, now all forlorn,
    Who owned the cow with the crumpled horn
    Who charged at the policeman raiding at dawn
    Who tripped over the chicken pecking at corn
    Who lives in the yard scraped where the ground’s hard
    Where now lies the saw he used to cut out a door
    From the wood that he stole from a neighbouring ‘hood
    And this is house the skinny thug built.

    This is the house where dressed in a vest
    The skinny thug’s kept under house-arrest....

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  2. Like a used tissue
    Discarded, abandoned
    I weep for the days
    When he loved me.

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  3. Greg - this is fantastically and beautifully done. Bravo!

    Morganna - lovely work :)

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