She took off her witch hat and stomped all over it.
It mashed down miserably on one side, distorted a bit.
The wire obviously bent at an awkward angle.
Even more than an ordinary witch hat.
She took off her coat, by ripping all the buttons off
Using the buttonholes. They popped in a variety of
Directions. One hit Old Aunt Mable in the glasses, but
They were so thick she barely noticed.
I watched her run up the stairs to my room. On her
way she smacked both my brother and sister in the
back of the head with big long satisfying whacks.
I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat when I went up
there to laugh and giggle with her about it.
I love little witch. She comes at night, and sneaks into my
room, and we sing silly songs until I fall asleep. The best
part? I do not have to share her with anyone. I am the
only one in the family who can see her.
My grandpa shocked a copper
Flashed him with a toothless smile
Dropped his trousers, bared his bottom
Like he’d planned it all the while
Nicked him good and proper
You'll be locked up for the night
You can't go baring all your bits
And giving folk a fright
Questioned later in a cell
Tell me why you flashed your butt
And why on earth you did it
Smirking like a mangy mutt
He blamed it all on grannie
Said that it was her idea
She had a strange solution
To the problem on his rear
The copper asked what she had said
To make make his manic dash
Grinning like a Cheshire cat
And giving folk a flash
Well he'd told her of the boil
That was hurting on his bum
He couldn't even take a seat
Which made him feel so glum
So how is she the reason
The duty copper said
You were smiling, you were flashing
And not at home in bed
She's always said a problem halves
If you will only share it
But this time all she said was that...
I’d have to grin and bare it
I've lost my mojo
Can't think
Can't write
I was better when solo
Can't be depressing
Wow, Fiona Apple isn't even helping
What is wrong with me?
Grinning like a Cheshire cat
Makes me want to smack
Myself
Help!
I'm losing it!
Gotta put Adele on my playlist
Maybe that will help me ignore
The person I'm falling for
She has a smile upon her face
One that emanates her life style,
Such a lovely face that curves,
Playing each moment quickly,
Chasing inadvertently spirits,
Pausing for a nap, she lies,
Music pronounced within,
Rhythm with rich passion,
Still smiles upon her face,
That’s what they still do say.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Stretching outward upon wake,
Yawning showing feline teeth,
Deadly claws she stretches,
Calm and collected in spirit.
All her skills come from past,
She only plays for attention,
Hunts for her own muse,
She has finesse and grace,
Her smile stretches upon face.
for Constance La France's contest