Now how could I resist that!
The dogs lazed on the floor, tongues lolling, ears twitching.
The master sashayed around the room, doing a bad impression of Austins Powers,
“Groovy baby, lets make some Art” he said, as he flung the dog food in their bowl and started taking pictures of the splattered empty can!
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If you want to find out what SOD really means – read this post.
She wore a crown of feathers
and some did think her mad,
she wore a crown of feathers
to remind her that she had,
learnt not to resist
the subtle twists
of life.
She wore a crown of feathers
upon her short grey hair,
and what they thought of her
she did not care,
because she liked herself.
She wore a crown of feathers
one visible, one unseen,
she wore a crown of feathers
let them wonder what it means,
when she takes to the sky
as she learns
to fly.
© ceenoa
During the night, as she tried to free herself from the bath, she thought about how the tingles she felt at their first kiss should have been a warning. At the time she had been entranced by the sparkles in his eyes and his delicate touch, which had fooled her into thinking that she wasn’t just another bird to him. Now, with the bathwater freezing around her weighted legs showing her the true coldness of his heart, she bitterly regretted inviting Jack to visit again.
Suggestions: Bloom, Flowers, Love
Haven’t been here for a while, for various reasons, but the “suggestions” today fit nicely with what I have been doing lately. so I thought a SOD was in order.
She blooms, as she drowns her flowers, with love.
If you want to find out what SOD really means – read this post.
Good people of the world, enjoy,
that flashy foil and crinkly noise,
a chocoholics favourite season,
to indulge for no other reason,
than that Easter Bunny left some eggs,
(it doesn’t matter it makes no sense),
so scoff that choccy goodness down,
I’ll have the white, you have the brown.
© ceenoa
I’d been feeling discombobulated,
by things within my house,
and so I had to move them round,
till I ran out of space.
I put them there,
and pushed them here,
I lifted and I shifted,
at a ferocious pace.
It didn’t matter what I did,
I couldn’t make them fit,
it jangled and it jarred me,
that I couldn’t find their place.
So I resorted to my usual,
I started chucking out,
the things that were annoying me,
which brought a smile to my face.
It’s not completely perfect,
but then, what really is?
but flow has been restored somewhat,
and I’ll accept that grace.
© ceenoa
I had a niggly little thought
but it was full of holes
and so I didn’t say it, but left it in my head
and that’s as good as any place
to store it I suppose.
I had a little leaf
and it was full of holes
and yet they made it beautiful, an elegant design
so I found a way to keep it safe
and let it’s whole self show.
I know, I have been remiss (and missing in action) with my Thursday SODding, but hey, WordPress has reminded me how weird they are today:
He wasn’t really sure that robots had a happy place, but he was certain that if they did it wouldn’t have been getting stuffed into a huge chunk of fish fillet and chucked off the end of a boat into a pack of feeding sharks just so some scientist could attmempt to monitor his progress through the belly of the beast. Luckily, or not, he didn’t have long to philosophise about where his actual happy place might be, before he was swallowed up by the one of the sharks, who was definitely in his happy place crunching fish fillet flavoured with robots.
If you want to find out what SOD really means – read this post
WARNING: If you don’t like “toilet” humour (and I mean that literally) – move along now!
This verse has been nagging me to write it for days since the “visit”- so I finally gave in and decided to traumatise you all as well.
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there’s a poo in my loo!
it had been well hid, till I lifted the lid,
and a poo in the loo,
when you go for a wee, is not something you want to see.
oh, that poo in the loo,
who left it there? and do I really care?
but the poo in the loo,
says they need a lesson, in remembering to push the button!
so the door to the room of the poo in my loo
now displays note, on which I wrote:
you left a poo in my loo –
next time don’t rush, and remember to FLUSH!
© ceenoa
I skipped the visuals for this one – it just seemed the appropriate thing to do!
My philosophy is simple: creative inspiration leads me to my happy place.
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