James, Is this an homage to Joanie???

Where I come from that counts as proppa-real poetry

Colin

not sure? is that some one who has contributed in a similar way? THought it was obvious hence the not uploading part. planning on reading a few at lunch! Or am I confused! Well yes I am, but that's just a general state of mind for me!

Joanies piece was about doing a whold basket ball team. Liked your ditty though too.

Well, Colin, you may have done your dastardly worst, but I arise triumphant! I have done one, but can't post it until Weds

So sorry, gang, but I won't be reading anyone's before then as I'm SURE someone will have already used my theme or done one very similar and I couldn't bear to go through that again and try and write another one!

Colin, I'm sending the boys round with special instructions to go for what's under your gown...
Sue, nice miserable, moody one next month please, and if there's even a teensy hint of a rhyme, my spade's coming out...
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After the comment above, can't wait to read Joanies! ..and she seems such a nice girl...

You just never can tell, eh?!!

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Oi!! I LIKE a rhyme!

Now that I've read a few I breathed a big sigh of relief. Last month's RLG resulted in one of my best pieces of writing. It would be terrible if my RLG resulted in everyone else's worst.

Phew...

Colin

Mine's up!

Dee
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Well I have loaded my version of RLG5 here: http://www.writewords.org.uk/archive/4591.asp
I can only apologise in advance. How about starting a help group, RLG anonymous?

Short as requested.

He opened his gown and gave her a beam, but Jenny was shocked, and she let out a scream. “I’m delivering the milk, not expecting the cream.” The milk women yelled at the horrible scene. He slammed the door shut and collapsed in despair. Holly shit I didn’t expect her.

Well, Colin, here's another to raise ( or lower) your expectations!

He opened his gown and gave her a beam,
but Jenny was shocked, and she let out a scream
Then exclaimed, with a snigger,
I thought it was bigger,
It’s by far the smallest I’ve seen.

If you think you could measure
My special treasure
With a miniature measure like that.
Then think again, sonny,
I don’t think it’s funny
I think you should just stick to chat.

Then the poor little chap
Pulled down his cloth cap,
Buttoned his coat and left slowly
And the last that she heard,
The very last word
Was he’d taken the vows and turned holy!

John P.

These are very good! Nice to have such a humourous month! No rhymes next month for my line I'm afraid. Just can't do 'em....
Sue

It's definitely been food for the chuckle muscles. We'll all be nice and refreshed and ready for something dark and moody in June.

Colin

Loved it John P. Poor little chap!

Mine's up! Called Duel...go weep...
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