Dinner Time

Has anyone seen my marbles? …….. I’m teetering on the edge – marking, brief writing, assessments, housework, unpaid taxi service, sandwich maker, industrial volume laundry (teenagers, arghhh). But amidst the chaos my little bit of freedom, Friday Fictioneers, a 100 words of escapism. This weeks photo, supplied by Rachel Bjerke, seemed almost mystical, a bit Lewis Carroll’ish and I couldn’t shake the silliness of ‘Jabberwocky’ hence my bit of nonsense below.

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Round the corner, quarter past three,

Below the sun, above the sea,

Hands move on, its quarter to four,

Somebodies knocking, open the door,

*

Stealing the minutes, its half past five,

Who’s in the oven, roasting alive,

Hearing the tap, the tic and the toc,

Dinner not ready, its seven o clock,

*

Out of the well, at eight forty six,

A wizened old crow licking her lips,

Rubbing her belly, nearly ten thirty,

Pulls out a fork, looks at me flirty,

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Meat well done, the midnight hour,

Roasted soul with a parsnip tower.

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