FOUR SHORTIES
DAWN CHORUS
The song of love that once I knew
I hear again
I listen to
The chorus of the dawn.
THE EPICURE
She thinks she is an epicure
She really is a dork
It’s true she loves her curry
But she eats it with a fork.
RANK MAKES NO HALO
High above the man who has
sits the man who does.
THE WAY TO HIS HEART
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
- so where’s the point of entry?
I’m glad I’m not a woman
- if it’s where I think it might be!
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Four good ones there Michael.
Will Orchi's Fido bark at the last one.
Fido hasn't seen it yet - at the last count he went for a walk with Cilla Berles. lol
Cheers Andy
A fine set of writes Michael. Fido and I here!
No.1 - Well, it wasn't me singing then at dawn.
No.3 - Well, it's the 'workers' who do all the work, yes?
No.4 - Woof! Fido read that one! lol.
Fido is such a wag 🙂 🙂
PS. Any more guests for 1066?
I guest not - who's making the fairy cakes?
Miss 'Sugar' Plum - I forgot her first name. That's her nickname!
Aw nutcrackers !!
Actually it's Sylla as she keeps reminding me - not Cilla ! Derrrrr.
Hi Michael,
Thank you!
Four perfect poems - a wonderful write.
The Four Shorties put a smile on my face!
Keep writing
FineB
Thanks so much FB
Thanks UNCLE MIKE ~ Four great shorties SINGING ~ FORKING ~ RANKING ~ PORKING ! Thanks for sharing four smilers ! Please check ANGELA'S POEM ~ BIRDS OF FLIGHT ~ THANKS Blessings & Love BRIAN 😎 & ANGELA 🧡
Pleased you like them - you've gotta smile ent yer.
Thanks UNCLE MIKE ~ Four great shorties SINGING ~ FORKING ~ RANKING ~ PORKING ! Thanks for sharing four smilers ! Please check ANGELA'S POEM ~ BIRDS OF FLIGHT ~ THANKS Blessings & Love BRIAN 😎 & ANGELA 🧡 Love the SCULPTINGS !
Ah - love the wit in number two but that third shortie ticked every box for me -- who indeed can sit high over he who has but the one who works !!! Great little collection Michael.
Thanks Fay - why not write a humerous piece yourself - a challenge 🙂 🙂
Ah - - thanks for the invite Michael - - I love the wit found in others' poetry but I am the world's worst writer of humour - have tried before and utterly failed so will not subject you to work up a smile at another of my efforts.
How's the evening going? You invited Miss Berles over for a social evening of dominoes?
Tiddly winks - I flick mine - she flicks hers. Oh we do have fun..
four gems Michael
Will you be revealing they way to his heart in any sequels?
I really can't imagine...
Bravo!
A sequel - well maybe if I remember - I get carried away with ideas and forget all else - one of the joys of getting old is that you can blame it on your age 🙂
Sorry Michael
What were we talking about?
Ah old age I wouldn't know about tht
What was I talking about? 'fraid I don't remember !!
That's an observation...
Now if you could just remind me what I was observing?
That would be a great place to start
To the desk... Motehr where's my quill?
Mother where's the desk?
Motther wears anightie most of the day Michael
But she wWILL hise the quills!!
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