Poor Priddy Prattle
sitting on the stair.
Who comes along
but Fred Astaire.
Stretch your limbs,
relax and dance.
Up, he implores,
dance and prance.
Poor Priddie Prattle
had not a clue,
stuck in her seat
just like glue.
Then came Twyla
with whim and wit.
Down beside her
she did sit.
Poor Priddie Prattle
proffered a frown.
She did not want
to appear a clown.
Tina slinked up
with extended hand.
“Dance my rockin’
and rollin’ band.”
Proud Priddie Prattle
stood up on pegs,
but danced away
on rock ’n roll legs.
Categories:
priddy, cheer up, dance, fun,
Form: Rhyme
As the wild wind and roaring waves batter the West Country,
does the Glastonbury Thorn flower today to be blown at bay?
Tis it true as Christ came to Priddy, on the Mendip hills overlooking
the fantastically fertile grazing, now flooded land of the Somerset Levels
that now drown our complacencies whether global warning is all to blame for our shame?
Old Christmas Day 6th January 2014
Categories:
priddy, religion,
Form: Free verse