So why do they say: ‘Do you want the loo?’
Upstairs in my house I’ve already got two
and there’s one more downstairs and it’s painted blue.
He arrived at dusk in the cobbled square
tired and dusty from days on the road
he slowly dismounted and stabled his mare.
He loved fine food
but died too soon
and missed his funeral feast.
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Michael Edwards (
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Fine writes and pic M.
Ta muchly O
Great, you put a morning smile on UK faces.
Good to have a bit of fun.
Well, I don't know Michael, it is 11:30 pm here on Wednesday, have no clue what time it is at your place, but know it is tomorrow. And by the way, I don't want a funeral feast, I want a party to celebrate my life. And you will be invited, something like twenty years from now!
Most funerals I have attended end up with what is called a buffet and consists of reflux inducing savoury and sweet 'delights'. very few show much imagination but I guess you couldn't care less if you're dead !
Thanks MICHAEL ~ Love the cartoon I am a sucker for "PLAY on WORDS" as in the first limerick ! For a mere £15 the LOO in my Flat is twinned with one in LETHOSO ! Love the final POEM in my experience the food @ Funerals often surpasses that at WEDDINGS ! Please check my poem today on SOIL POLLUTION ~ I'm back in SAGE & SAINT MODE ~ BRIAN
Love that idea - twin-a-loo - I too love word play - must get a poem together which is nothing but.
oh dear, how did he manage to miss his funeral feast. can't imagine how. I love it.
he should have made the effort - it was dead good.
I'm a little slow this morning. Read at first as a single poem it felt di-jointed ... looked in vain for a common thread. Then I took another swig of coffee and saw three neat shorties. Thanks for helping me wake up with a chuckle, Michael!
Actually you\'ve got me thinking - the last two could be linked into a single theme:
He arrived at dusk in the cobbled square
tired and dusty from days on the road
he slowly dismounted and stabled his mare.
He stumbled and fell
He clutched his chest
He thought of things that he loved best
He loved fine food
but died too soon
and missed his funeral feast.
An honor to be a muse of yours, Michael! I like it!
Good laugh to pic me up this morning. Cute drawings Michael.
Thanks Malu - actually I've got more loos in the house but had to restrict the poem to three to make it rhyme - the things we do for our hobbies
Yes, it happens to me. I begin with an idea and then I come up with a lot more. I have no control about the writing sometimes. I love cartun. My favorites
Great write
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