It comes once a year,
A time most looked forward to,
Decorations hung up lights on the tree,
Time to send children to bed,
Santa is due at any time.
Talc footsteps lead to the tree,
Presents underneath,
Mince pie and carrots on a plate, milk in a glass,
It bedtime for the adults now.
Morning comes all to soon,
Been woken with "he's been he's been",
Bleary eyed up you get,
Its Christmas morn.
Cinderella with the Prince
~ stepsisters wince
Ziket Guidelines:
1st line < 8 syllables
2nd line < 5 syllables
(Rhyme not required)
Thanks to Line Gauthier
for the introduction
to this fun form
Mince Pies
Is also London Cockney Rhyming slang for eyes
So when I look into your mince pies
I fall deep into your beautiful eyes
As they never ever lie
Do they?
DAMO
He Did Not Mince Words
He did not mince words with his news;
his thoughts came forth like putrid ooze.
No need for him to paint the scene
in sunshine yellow, hopeful green.
Sweet talk for us, he did not choose;
he did not mince words with his news.
His thoughts direct and to the point...
came like a bullet at gunpoint.
We sat there numb in our deep hurt
unable to absorb, assert.
He did not mince words with his news;
no way to misinterpret clues.
And there we were, the end was near
for our sick mom, who was so dear.
The end was coming, were his views...
He did not mince words with his news.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Minced Words
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 06/27/2016
“This is gonna be good”
I'm gonna dice it
slice it
half it
whole it
fork it
knife it
and spoon feed it….
to myself
You may say
Oh drop it!
Stop it !
chop it
crop it
lop it
flop it
or hop it if you must!
Cause I really know how to beat it
break it
take it
fake it
forsake it
and make it
…completely annoying
But ….you can’t say I didn’t
minced it
rinse it
create it
debate it
relay it
and do it …my very own way
(Apologies -actual form is a question??? I think it isn't one. Muse written)
I'm teetering on the edge of a cliff
The scales are swaying uncontrollably
My gloom taints the horizon as I fall
Hang on, that's Grandma at the door with some mince pies
How can I sway so uncontrollably when I must live for those whom live for me?
How can I hang my head so low when my Grandma holds her head so high through strife and defeat?
Have a cup of tea, have a mince pie lovely seeing you, see you again,
Plunged back into darkness, head so low again there really is no hope again.
Mince pies
Ideal sweet after Christmas turkey