Poetry Monday :: Bisquit

Mandagsdigtet er en blogleg, som Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg har overtaget - midlertidigt håber vi - fra Diane, der slapper af og rejser verden rundt med sin mand. Vi håber hun er parat til at tage over igen, når hun kommer hjem.

For at kunne fortsætte denne blogleg uden at overanstrenge os selv – vi vil skrive digte og fjolle lidt rundt, ikke rive os i håret over at have glemt at finde nye på stikord - har Mimi og jeg besluttet at vi fra den 4. august hægter os på gruppen  365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe, der udgiver et stikord til hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være at finde både her og på Mimis blog.

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Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is taking a break for health and relaxation, travelling the world with her husband as far as we can tell.
 
We just hope she's going to take back over once she returns home.

In order to to continue this challenge and not overexert ourselves - we want to write poems and goof around a bit, not spend time pulling out our hairs over forgetting to find new prompts - Mimi and I have decided to latch onto the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog.

  I have something more to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
  Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.

Today's subject is Bisquit.

But you won't get a poem about biscuits. Because yesterday, the Writer found a big, beautiful toad in the garden. It peed on him, as toads do, and after we had all admired it, it was put out in the dome.

Many years ago, the Owlets and I made one of those nonsense verses that are fun to make and pop up from time to time over the years. It's running through my head now, so here it is:

Peeing toads are toady-peeing almost all day long
and in between they sing us all a crazy toady song.

To make up for the brevity and inanity of the poem, you'll have a photo of the toad.

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Dagens stikord er Bisquit.

    Men I får nu ikke noget digt om kiks. For i går fandt Skribenten en stor, flot tudse ude i haven. Den tissede på ham, som tudser jo gør, og efter at vi havde beundret den alle sammen, blev den sat ud i domen.
    For mange år siden lavede Ugleungerne og jeg en af den slags nonsensvers, som er sjove at lave, og som dukker op af og til igennem årene. Det kører fundt inde i mit hoved nu, så det kommer her:

Tisse-tudser tudse-tisser hele dagen lang
og ind i mellem synger de en tosset tudsesang.

Indrømmet, kort og fjollet, så I fortjener et foto af tudsen også.