Sneaky-Peeky
I’ll admit I’m not exempt
from feelings that are quite verklempt,
for I find it over-pleasant
when opening a Christmas present
to find that object wrapped inside
(the very one you tried to hide,
but in fact, through search and guile
I’ve known about for quite awhile.)
I discovered it a week ago
as I was searching high and low
to see what you had bought for me.
I simply couldn’t wait to see.
Yet see me ahh and oh and ooh,
putting on a show for you?
What you see as over-reacting
is in fact just over-acting.
Prompt words today are joy, guile, present and verklempt.
One Time Guest
Adroit in her procrastination, glorious in her folly,
she bombed at being punctual, was great at being jolly.
The life of every party, she was a lively guest.
At entertaining festive folks she was the very best.
And though she ate her mashed potatoes and gobbled up her fishes,
she balked at setting tables and refused to do the dishes.
So, though at entertaining, she surely had the knack,
it’s not at all surprising she was not invited back.
Prompt words for today are procrastinate, adroit, bomb and glorious.
Transvestite dancers in the street in San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas
If you would like to join this challenge, please link to this post. You need to post ten travel photos, one each day for 10 days and if you wish, nominate someone else to participate each day.
If you’d like to see my tenth and final Travel Challenge photo, go HERE.
This is my favorite color of poinsettia. There are 10 blooms on this bush outside my bedroom door where I can enjoy them every day.
Man Child
He’s a bomb at being serious. He’s jolly, rash and wild.
In essence, he’s never grown up. He’s a perpetual child.
His rustic simplicity is anything but charming,
for he’s redolent of fishing smells and horse riding and farming.
His impetuosity has often brought on trouble,
leading to some barroom brawls and the resulting rubble.
For all these things, he’s won a sort of infamous renown,
and he’s banned from almost all the pubs in his little town.
The local folks have made excuses for him all his life,
but such crass indulgences won’t garner him a wife.
He’d like to have some kids himself–a most unlikely bid
so long as he himself insists on acting like a kid.
Word prompts for today are bomb, jolly, rustic simplicity, impetuous.
I’m going to break the rules to explain this travel photo, which was my favorite taken during a long-ago trip with my mother, driving the backroads of England, Scotland and Wales. Since my mother had always been interested in the paranormal, I made sure to include two overnight stays in haunted hotels. This one was in the Cotswolds, and although we noted no paranormal activity, I did love the fact that this hot water bottle was hanging on the back of the bathroom door–not your usual amenity.
The rules are to post one travel photo each day for ten days with no comment, and to nominate one other person for the challenge each day to do the same. Rules were made to be broken, so for the last two days, I’m going to decree that you can say whatever you wish to about your travel photo. For my eighth day, I nominate Sam at Los Perdidos.
Go HERE if even after viewing this photo, you still want to see my day 9 photo.
For Cee’s FOTD
Festive Is
. . . ribbons and candles and holly.
Christmas trees, parties both raucous and jolly.
Confetti in hair and the nerve to kiss boys
beneath the mistletoe, and other joys.
Presents and eggnog and wedding cake, too.
Fireworks. Flags waving red, white and blue.
Easter egg optimism in the hunting,
papel picado and streamers and bunting.
Festive is hearts charged up with the living.
Anticipation and loving and giving.
Remembrance of exploits and births and unitings,
Easter ham slicings and turkey leg bitings.
May baskets on doorsteps. Socks hung in a row.
Eggnog and streamers wherever you go.
Who knows where festivity had its first starts—
Easter egg rolling or Valentine hearts?
Square dances, cloggings and Virginia reelings
end up on the feet but start with warm feelings
that set toes to tapping and make folks so restive
that they have no choice but to end up as festive!
Before presents and food and new decorations
increase credit card debt to new elevations,
perhaps we’ll remember to go back to the start
and return the horse to in front of the cart.
Our kids need to learn that joy can’t be bought,
and it’s up to us that the lesson be taught.
Before it’s too late, we must somehow impart
that there’s no charge for love and no price tag on heart.
