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| Faith |
 Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 9:00 am |
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See the end of last week's thread to see who got merits and stars.
This week's homework gives you TWO options. The first option will run this week AND next week to give you time to have a go!
Option 1: Write a little (or long!) poem, rhyme, ode, verse, limerick or ditty on ONE of the following topical subjects:
1. Halloween
2. Ghosts
3. Witches
4. Fireworks
5. November
NOTE: Your original work ONLY - looks pointedly at WW... 
By the way, the Poetry monitors gave me kind permission to set this homework - I hope they'll attempt it themselves! No pressure
Option 2: The easy option! (and this week only) Write what's good and what's not so good, for you, about November.
Looking forward to reading! |
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| Peterwf |
| Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 9:58 am |
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Once I caught a ghost,
or was it maybe mine host.
sent it to the place set aside,
lest some other mayst arrived.
To adjure the ancient serpent,
His obsequious followers, his sycophant.
Oh foe of virtue,
Thou abominable creature.
Refuse enticements of the poisoned cup of death,
they lead to the foul place below the earth.
The ways of the seducer are hard to resist,
to the ways of the light insolently persist.
To adjure the ancient serpent,
His obsequious followers, his sycophant.
Oh foe of virtue,
Thou abominable creature. |
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| Faith |
| Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 4:42 pm |
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| Goodness Peter - did you make that up! Excellent - who else will have a try? |
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| Arosebyanyothername |
| Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 4:48 pm |
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| Fennie |
| Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 6:30 pm |
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Marley Wasn't Dead, Just Resting
A ghost and a ghoul were waiting for Yule
(They'd just made some cocoa for tea.)
When they heard a chain clank
Outside on the bank
And rushed to the window to drool.
It was pretty dim, the moon was still 'in,'
They couldn't see much at all.
Then they heard a key scrape
And the door creaked agape
There was someone out there in the hall.
They both looked quite worried,
They trembled in fear
'Where is he?' the cry came from Scrooge
I see you are guilty I know he was huge
But you couldn't have hidden him here.
The ghoul and the ghost
They looked warm as toast
And flung something down on the floor
The chains rattled and clanked
Out there on the bank
And the wind whistled in at the door.
Then Scrooge took a dive
While the ghoul counted five
And the ghost said a few words of magic
A broad vision then grew
Both brown and quite blue
And Marley, was then, quite alive. |
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| Inthemud |
| Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 7:07 pm |
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Writing poetry was never my strong point...........I'll have a think and see if I can come up with anything  |
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| Withy Brook |
| Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 8:33 pm |
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| No poet me, but at least we have 2 weeks....... |
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| Faith |
| Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 10:00 pm |
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There is the other option ladies! 
Thanks Fennie! |
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| Inthemud |
| Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:38 am |
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Ok- So what's good about November?
Walking through the leaves as i walk the dogs through the woods.
Seeing lots of toadstools and fungi popping up over night- saw a beautiful patch of toadstools this morning , they weren't there yesterday- very magical.
Lighting the woodburning stove and getting all cosy around the fire to watch TV.
Only 8 weeks until the shortest day and then it starts to get light again!
What's not so good about November?
The days are so short, the evenings so dark
It's cold and wet.
The house never warms up except in the sitting room where woodburner is- so cold when get out of the bath or shower!
The panic starts getting ready for Christmas. |
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| Blossomcottage |
| Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:44 am |
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The sky brightens with gas filled lights
The dogs lie shaking with their yearly fright
Yes once again it's that time of year
For children it's fun for the animals fear
In celbration of a plot long since past
We see our hard earned cash disappear fast
Children stuff Dads old trousers with straw and paper
Then send an effigy of Guy Fawkes back to his maker
Baking potatoes round a bonfire's light
My dogs are still hiding in terror and fright
There was a time when this was a yearly treat
But now it seems the dogs are terrfied nearly every week
I wish we could return to one day a year
When my poor dogs tremble with fear
But weddings and parties constantly light our sky
So I can see doggie ear plugs will be my next buy. |
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| Inthemud |
| Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:58 am |
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That's very good Blossom!
I know what you mean about dogs , it is terrible for them. Luckily here where we live is not too bad and dogs not too disturbed, when we lived in Reigate with our old dog, she hated it. Refused to go out after dark for the week leading up to firework night, she knew because she'd been scared before. |
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| Jaynebeth |
| Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 11:38 am |
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The Firework Party
There was a young fireman from South Hants
Who went to the Cowarts School dance
He screamed when the rockets
Were stuffed in his pockets
Now he needs surgery and new pants.
I thank you. |
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| Jaynebeth |
| Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 4:58 pm |
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The Local Firework Display
I was asked to write a ditty,
About fireworks - oh so pretty,
Went to the local display
A fortune I had to pay
And the pyrotechnics were quite sh*tty
(didn't see that coming did you?) |
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| Faith |
| Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:12 pm |
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JB 
Keep em coming everyone! |
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| Blossomcottage |
| Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 11:50 pm |
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November is like my husband
The comparisons are there to see
He bald on top and lacking cover
and so are all the trees.
November days are very short,
And the strong wind blows the washing
Hubby too is not very tall,
And his wind leaves the sheets a fluttering
He's like the November fire that roars
Leaving my furniture covered with dust,
Each time he steps in through the door
I can see that vacuming is a must
Leaves on the bonfire all ready to burn
Look much like his cleaning washing ready to press
So do I love November as it's so like my man,
The answer I will say is indoubtibly YES! |
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