h'work w/e 10/9/18 - TEA FOR TWO
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h'work w/e 10/9/18 - TEA FOR TWO
TEA FOR TWO ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
She was going on a blind date - it had been so many years,
more than thirty, she remembered. Oh! she had so many fears.
'Oh Gran contain your excitemint' - she heard her Lucy say
'He might be a total fruit cake, so please don't get led astray.'
She had laughed inside to hear that advice from a lass so young,
and recalled the last time words of guidance had come from her Mum,
who long gone and now in Heaven, was doubtless rolling her eyes,
and indeed what Mum was thinking, she would rather not surmise.
Her old Mum had been a teacher, witty, quick with repartee,
seems her daughter shared that humour- 'twas as dry as dry could be
For a quip or synonym rolls off her tongue with scarce a thought,
and her words would seldom fail to be a fast verbal dreadnought.
They were meeting in the gardens of a park close to their town,
for a coffee and a bite to eat, the choice was neutral ground.
Just a mere passage in thyme , a pleasant stroll amongst the flowers,
and if they didn't hit it off, then all she'd lost were hours.
She set off , expectations high, her nerves were all a'flutter,
sincerely hoping he was nice and not a total nutter.
And nice he was, a gentleman, well dressed, handsome, well spoken,
who shyly presented a rose - purely a friendship token.
Together they both strolled along admiring plants and view,
the Oriental teahouse, the shishi odoshi too,
a roo with a tiny Joey peeking out at its surrounds.
As they wandered, both were entranced by mellifluous bird sounds.
They sat out on the restaurant deck, enjoying the cool breezes,
an order placed for pots of tea - the beverage that pleases.
He thought her a cool cutecumber. She thought him one hot tamale,
a well travelled, interesting man, just returned from Bali.
The conversation and tea flowed, their blind date was a winner,
they set a date to meet again - this time for wine and dinner.
Seems age was not a barrier, nought to fear but fear itself.
Stepping outside one's comfort zone beats sitting on the shelf.
She was going on a blind date - it had been so many years,
more than thirty, she remembered. Oh! she had so many fears.
'Oh Gran contain your excitemint' - she heard her Lucy say
'He might be a total fruit cake, so please don't get led astray.'
She had laughed inside to hear that advice from a lass so young,
and recalled the last time words of guidance had come from her Mum,
who long gone and now in Heaven, was doubtless rolling her eyes,
and indeed what Mum was thinking, she would rather not surmise.
Her old Mum had been a teacher, witty, quick with repartee,
seems her daughter shared that humour- 'twas as dry as dry could be
For a quip or synonym rolls off her tongue with scarce a thought,
and her words would seldom fail to be a fast verbal dreadnought.
They were meeting in the gardens of a park close to their town,
for a coffee and a bite to eat, the choice was neutral ground.
Just a mere passage in thyme , a pleasant stroll amongst the flowers,
and if they didn't hit it off, then all she'd lost were hours.
She set off , expectations high, her nerves were all a'flutter,
sincerely hoping he was nice and not a total nutter.
And nice he was, a gentleman, well dressed, handsome, well spoken,
who shyly presented a rose - purely a friendship token.
Together they both strolled along admiring plants and view,
the Oriental teahouse, the shishi odoshi too,
a roo with a tiny Joey peeking out at its surrounds.
As they wandered, both were entranced by mellifluous bird sounds.
They sat out on the restaurant deck, enjoying the cool breezes,
an order placed for pots of tea - the beverage that pleases.
He thought her a cool cutecumber. She thought him one hot tamale,
a well travelled, interesting man, just returned from Bali.
The conversation and tea flowed, their blind date was a winner,
they set a date to meet again - this time for wine and dinner.
Seems age was not a barrier, nought to fear but fear itself.
Stepping outside one's comfort zone beats sitting on the shelf.
Last edited by Maureen K Clifford on Fri Sep 28, 2018 11:43 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Re: h'work w/e 10/9/18 - TEA FOR TWO
Good on you for showing us the way with your play on words Maureen.
They certainly are an interesting collection of prompts!
Cheers
Shelley
They certainly are an interesting collection of prompts!
Cheers
Shelley
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fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
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Re: h'work w/e 10/9/18 - TEA FOR TWO
Thank you Shelley - there a few distinctly dodgy bits but what does it matter - we should be able to hve a bit of fun along the way with these prompts. Now come on put your best foot forward Shelley - I know you can better this
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Re: h'work w/e 10/9/18 - TEA FOR TWO
Gosh, these are really 'scratch your head' prompts!
No ideas ...yet!
Good job Maureen.
No ideas ...yet!
Good job Maureen.
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Less scratching - more writing Come on Miss Wendy I know you can do it
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Re: h'work w/e 10/9/18 - TEA FOR TWO
Oh, excellent Maureen - You really did show the way with those prompts, that's for sure! I've been flat out with work this month so haven't been on here for a while, but today's contributions by you, Shelley and Wendy have been a breath of fresh air after all those edits!
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Thanks Catherine for you kind comments - sometimes something silly suits the soul and life is to short to be serious all the time. Just a bit of fun and getting people to stretch their imagination a bit. One never knows what may come of a little bit of silliness either - often something quite surprising eventuates.
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I may not always succeed in making a difference, but I will go to my grave knowing I at least tried.