"It's RUBY TUESDAY night" declared Charlie.
Why do yer call it that when it's ruby murray for curry?" retorts Steve.
"It's coz we 'ave it on Tuesdays that's why mate" replies Charlie.
Steve shakes his head "But Charlie, we do 'ave it on Saturday nights too."
Charlie laughs."Last one your ANGIE cooked, my guts felt like WILD HORSES were stampeding inside and lets say it wasn't quiet the TUMBLIN' DICE coming out the other end either."
"Too much info there Charlie boy and if she hears yer say that you'll get more than a clip round the ear, bunch of fives more like. You still helping me decorate Jades bedroom this weekend? She wants us to PAINT IT BLACK" asks Steve.
"Black? ain't that gonna be dark and make it feel smaller?" Charlie asks.
Steve sighs "Yeah, probably, it's her space so she can have it. Not my choice but YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT even in yer own house when yer surrounded by HONKY TONK WOMEN. Anyway, gotta get this splinter out that's UNDER MY THUMB from sanding down the skirting. Sort that, grab a beer and play THE ROLLING STONES cd the Mrs got for me birthday. See ya later mate".
Poor Mrs.Lotty became so confused,
But because of her age she's excused.
She adores decorating.
But what she is creating,
Has the neighborhood somewhat amused.
On Halloween she put up her trèe.
There were ghosts in the nativity!
Santa wore a pilgrim hat,
The tree topper was a bat!
None could fault her creativity.
The wreath made of fall leaves on the door,
Was decked out and like never before.
Pumpkin, snowman, and turkey,
Seemed to me a bit quirky.
But it was festive, that is for sure!
Would you like seeing swan lake on a cake?
I did not understand and quickly said “no.”
The icing looked like a frozen reflective lake.
Now all we need is a ballerina and snow
Goldfish were in a decorating contest this week
They painted their scales in patterns that peek
Outdoing each other in swirls, lines, shapes and dots.
I saw them as far away as twelve hundred knots.
we decorated the living room, bathrooms, bedrooms and TV
Threw tinsel on the ceiling, decorated the toilet with pure glee.
Christmas comes but once a year, so we do it up the best we can.
The cat was hiding from the festivities behind a big blue fan.
“There he is!” a grandchild cried, and the chase was on.
They chased Poindexter upstairs for grandma Carolyn Lee was gone.
When she returned they had decorated her angry cat.
Got scratched up too, deserved it, blood on the welcome mat.
It's the second week of December.
Christmas of course is my first thought
and the cards I should be writing instead of this.
Unwrapped gifts are over-running the closet
so I can't find my shoes.
I must get out my Santa collection,
my grandson has asked twice already
remembering some from last year that I don't.
He keeps re-arranging my display of angels
already set up down in the basement.
I found my new shining star hanging
in the middle of my Christmas tree
Last year, he moved my glass snowman and
put it with my "glass" nativity scene
because it looks better there.
Right in there with Mary, the baby
and the Wise Men - a snowman.
Did I miss Matthew's mention
of snow in the Christmas story?
I couldn't move it now if I wanted to.
November 25, 2022
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name Writing Challenge - Write A Christmas Poem
In front the house
Two big Maple Trees stand out
Suddenly an idea
Decorate both trees
Lights were wand around the trees
Instead of doing bushes
in front of the house
two big Maple trees stand out
suddenly an idea
decorate both trees
lights were wand around both trees
instead of doing bushes
Rescue me from boughs of folly
Tra la la la la, such misery
‘Tis the time to make most jolly
Tra la la la, la, it’s blizzardly.
Heavy coats and boots we’re wearin’
Tra la la la la, la … la, la, la!
Department Santas, they’s a-swearin’
Tra la la la la … la, la, la, la!
Why can’t I find all the presents
Tra la la la la, it’s such a drag,
Things on back order for us peasants
Tra la la la, la, a fretful lag.
Shopping’s such a painful process
Tra la la la la, la … la, la, la!
So far I’m having little success
Tra la la la la, la … la, la, la, la!
[Sing to the tune of “Deck the Halls”]
A parody written December 1, 2021.
Thanks to Terry Flood for the inspiration!
That night we went to the Selangor River
We saw a lot of fireflies on the bushes
Amidst the far stretched deep darkness
Like the many bulbs on the Christmas trees
While one or two rested on the water
Drifting along happily with the river
One flew into our boat
Making us stayed starkly silent
As silent as the darkness around
Suddenly, above our heads
Into the sky
We saw a lot of stars shining
Oh, the fireflies
Have flown silently into the sky
Decorating for us that beautiful night
‘Twas December, two thousand two;
Christmas, of course, and my main thought -
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
With a broken leg, I’m in a stew,
my house, the only bare spot.
‘Twas December, two thousand two.
Grandkids, my volunteer work crew,
tied my heart in a granny knot.
decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
Porch lights strung, manger scene askew,
my approval, they earnestly sought.
‘Twas December, two thousand two.
Front window tree, last thing to do;
they attack it, never being taught.
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
Year to remember, grandkids, do you?
a Christmas I have never forgot.
‘Twas December, two thousand two;
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
December 28, 2020
contest: Deck the Halls (Villanelle)
sponsor: Joseph May
On the fireplace floor spread
One wooden tree Santa and deer
The top of the mantel stands
Four nutcrackers one very tall
Two are the same height short
Lights placed on the bottom lit4e
A Christmas tree decorated
From top to bottom
With lights red and white
then red and green balls
Two red bids are hung
Followed by white beads
strung
Then the gnome is placed on
top
1967.
My twin and I were allowed to choose paints
and wallpapers for our joint room.
I insisted on stripes and polka dots.
My sister wanted old-fashioned flowers.
Our mother settled it.
One wall each and one plain wall.
In lavenders, purples and turquoise.
Setting a new trend in small town Iowa.
The next year empire waist dresses came out
With polka dotted bodices and striped skirts.
Flowers were on separate dresses, all the rage.
For those girls who still liked prissy flowers.
Not me.
Before the snow spreads
Or it gets colder outside
Everyone decides to trim
Their homes on the outside
If they have bushes lights
would be put onto bushes
Or a bare tree dressed in
colorful lights
Some lights would be red-
green,white,blue
Others would be red, green
All on a bare naked tree
These lights would be shinning
All houses on the street
Decorated in their own style
Row on rows of pretty lights
In the darkness breath taking
delight
Everyone oohing and ahhing over another blah house
Decorated so wonderfully. What? Are you kidding? Nothing special.
Boring at best. Blah. Tans and browns. Excuse me. Apricot and almonds.
Sheesh!
Decorating. A multi-million dollar business. Every house the same as the last five.
I cannot ooh or awe. I sit in disbelief that people are so easily satisfied with these clip clop houses.
No more interesting than a rusty horse shoe, which is sometimes found in some of them.
Disgusted, I turn off the TV knowing the other show I used to watch is full of glass houses.
Each almost exactly the same – with their sixty thousand dollars worth of windows.
Satisfied with my neons and my pops of vibrant colors, my oranges, and my purples,
I turn on my black light and stare in amazement that I have managed to make a haven
With color galore, out of my own sweet imagination, by following my heart.
Apricot and almonds. Blah! My colors are jalapeno, tomato, and carrot so there!
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