Did I say?
I got into trouble today.
Staring out of the window, watching the witches washing.
The teacher was teaching us how to use an abacus
Really, what's it got to do with us?
An ancient relic.
Care? Not I!
Truly the witches' whites were more fun,
It's drying, nearly done.
On the old line,
Now her black teeth show as she smiles, but that teacher should resign!
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Ruth Stewart
Never one to do one thing at a time, I'm currently writing a horror novel and a book of poetry for the daughters of narcissists. Come back soon for a link to be included in all my news, on Vocal and elsewhere. I'd love to get to know you!
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 17 hours ago in Petlife
Comments (4)
Interesting poetic story. Well done.
This is awesome! Loved it the first time you read it to me! Well done!
Nicely done
This was an intriguing story within a poem! I enjoyed it; great work!