Grumpy-warning.
Now I have knitted some blue oranges (more on those later), found a lot of ancestors (mostly small farmers / working men), and cleaned the chicken coop, and ... In short. There's no excuse for me not to sit myself down and write a chapter or two with this Wednesday's Words.
The words are provided by Margaret Adamson, and her friend Sue Fulcher. and posted at Elephant's Child's blog. Today we were given:
Furnishing
Tablet
Platform
Arrow
Frame
Content
And /or
Vase
Eagle
Ballroom
Propelling
Brand
Epilogue
Next Poetry Mondays theme is Festive Card. And that alone makes me grumpy. Either it's a Christmas cards or it's not festive! No season's greetings here in the Owlery. And that's part of the problem.
I consequently wrote two poems for next Monday. One grumpy one and one funny. The grumpy one suited my mood and some of the words today. Ergo, here we go:
Furnishing:
I go out shopping Christmas Cards,
But they don't want to play their part.
Cause Santa's elfs and winterscapes
Have taken up the centre place.
I hunt for mangers, wise old kings
Or angels singing in the skies
But find a slew of gifts and things,
No newborn King, to my surprise.
Birds in a frame, a brand of green,
More golden letters to be seen
Of season's greeting, holidays
Oh bother, I just turn away.
I take a pill, my nerves to still
A tablet, but my anger swill
And icicles and flakes of snow?
Nope: global warming, warm winds blow.
In days of old we bought our cards
In Italy while travelling 'round.
Where Christmas scenes are works of art
And always to be found.
Epilogue: I do not celebrate Winter, I endure it.
And as for Happy
Holidays, these 14 days would be better, happier and more appropriate if
added half to our autumnal (October) and half to our spring holidays
(late February) so that both of these could be two weeks instead of one.
Then you had time for de-schooling to happen and still almost a week
left to enjoy the nature and family on a time when both are enjoyable.
January 1st would suffice for people suffering from Veisalgia to get
well again.
And
during the writing of this post I inadvertently pressed enter (NOT
Shift + Enter) several times. Making me end up with having used more
times removing these stupid small code-thingies <p> than on composing my grumpy poem; and making me even grumpier in the process!
Blogger putter stadig tilfældige kommentarer i spamfængsel. Jeg lover at slippe dem ud hurtigst muligt.
Blogger is still randomly putting comments in spam-jail. I promise to free them as fast as possible.
Blasted blogger is at it again.
SvarSletI hope this one goes through - but won't hold my breath.
I am impressed at your productivity and creativity - and really, really look forward to seeing where the words take you.
Blogger is acting up big time. I send in an error report each and every time and hope everybody else do the same. The double line spacing is a whole blog post worthy alone, and now the comment form does not work for many. Improvements that are not are a big P.I.T.A.
SletI hope to write a chapter, I want to write, but my brain feels empty.
I do send error reports. Which as far as I can see they completely ignore.
SletI hope they don't. Sometimes something happens - labels come to my mind. But I suspect that they need a zillion reports before anything is done.
SletAmidst all your grumpiness your "I do not celebrate Winter, I endure it."made me laugh out loud!
SvarSletI laughed while writing it. I'm so happy to find someone understanding my crazy humour :) THanks!
SletAh, yes, winter is to be endured (that made me smile, too) and i also want manger scenes. Although i do have friends who are agnostic/atheist and they get the other types of cards.
SvarSlet