PUT THE FIRE OUT
There was soot and smoke and flames throughout
I had to do something without a doubt
I coughed and I spluttered which wasn’t good
So I opened the door as wide as I could
But the bloody fire refused go out.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Oh lol, good write and pic M.
So it was not the Fire Exit door you opened. That has to be kept closed at all times. Doh!
If you have any bridges indoors get them out - you don't want to burn them.
And - will you cross that bridge when you come to it? How will we know it's the right bridge?
Do you ever cross a bridge - does it get angry?
Yes, sometimes it does! You seen Bill Stickers or Bill Posters around?
Thank you so much for my first laugh of the day Michael.
Andy
Wrote this one this morning - hot off the press.
Didn't do the picture in a morning through, did you Michael? Come on - fess up... your pictures make me quite nostalgic, actually.
Dave
It took about 3 hours so it could be done in a morning if I went at it without a long coffee break and not too stops for a pee. Cheers DD
why is it I see a graveyard picture that's a little light in tone and immediately I hear:
'My father's family name being Pirrip, and my christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.'
thank you for that Michael, time for a re-read I think
Nice one LB - where's the fire?
in that creative corner of my mind, where your art and words invoke its ambers - aflame: one brush stroke and syllable, at a time...
Loved that, didn't see that one coming.
Hello M.E. artist,. well met
in yer finest fireman's helmet
you know that u ought'a
go fetch some water
before those flames reach the pelmet.
You should see me in my helmet - so dashing - dashing away from the fire.
Fun with my coffee. Loved it.
😊
Giggled a bit at your infectious wit Mike but oh what a picture where water makes real every light in that rural scene - (plus your wonderful talent of course)
Aw shucks - really appreciate your support for my efforts.
Missing from the painting is a well
For your words do cast a spell
Glad it wasn't the building in your painting
it's a local church with no spire - and no well - sadly.
thanks Suresh.
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