Every Monday is Poetry Monday.
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 again.
I
have something 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 prompt is Funky. That's a funny, chameleon like word that changes with the surroundings - context is king.
Funky smells make my nose wrinkle.
Funky music make my legs twist and hop
So I put on my most funky gear
And go dance with a winkle
Go skipping the bop -
No I'm not gonna stop -
With a large grin from ear and to ear.
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Up and coming:
February 3: Funky (today)
February 10: Funny
February 17: Fidgety
February 24: Fluffy
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.
