tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post3039695034210239032..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Saturday February 6th, 2016Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-3355677542651777672016-02-11T00:23:59.082-08:002016-02-11T00:23:59.082-08:00Greg - yes, Max has already offered to look after ...Greg - yes, Max has already offered to look after his baby brother. I see no issues with this.<br /><br />I, uh, was not a regular attendee at school dances. So I may have made up a few details in my poem ;)<br /><br />Love the take on the prompt. Very clever, and lovely imagery really makes it work.<br /><br />Kyle - hah, had to Google Night Train wine just to be sure I knew what you meant. There's a great deal of story here in just four poetic lines. Very nicely done!Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-66808970917996908252016-02-07T18:36:04.120-08:002016-02-07T18:36:04.120-08:00Chaperons keep young boys' hands off of their ...Chaperons keep young boys' hands off of their partners' rumps.<br />The punch bowl is carefully watched, to keep the kids in line.<br />The jocks are missing, their cheerleader dates in a slump.<br />They're all in the boys' room, sampling Night Train wine.Kylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00149762290842484454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-63965903690026438902016-02-07T01:39:38.042-08:002016-02-07T01:39:38.042-08:00You'll have to get them both trained to look a...You'll have to get them both trained to look after child number two when they arrive then :) Unless of course they end up at school too much to do it for you.<br />I'm not sure what kind of school you went to that all the kids were high at school dances but... it makes Canada seem like a much more appealing place somehow :) I do like the imagery in that poem!<br /><br /><b>The school dance</b><br />Glittering, shimmering, darting like lightning<br />Trapped beneath the water, off the coast of France<br />The mass of wrasse flee the nets of trawlers,<br />But to us beneath the water, we see the school dance.<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com