Sunday, 7 July 2013

Magpie 176



The statue of liberty stood on her plinth,
And she dreamed, like Snow White, of a handsome young printh.
She thought that she saw one, (he tried to convinth
Her), but afterwards, vanished. She's not seen him sinth.

So she stands weeping quietly beneath a pink moon,
And she hopes and she prays that her printh will come thoon.

(With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the picture)
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33 comments:

  1. Patsy7 July 2013 at 15:11

    Thath a nith poem, Franceth.

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  2. Aiza7 July 2013 at 15:20

    Weeping quietly beneath a pink moon.

    A lovely, moving image, but quite sad when you're in the picture.

    Loving the rhymes.

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  3. Graham Edwards7 July 2013 at 15:30

    Isn't that politically incorrect in this day and age? It's lispist!

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  4. Helen7 July 2013 at 17:30

    Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho! Wonderful!

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  5. Doctor FTSE7 July 2013 at 18:45

    Thank Goodness for you, Frances. Thith ith hilariouth!

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    1. Frances Garrood8 July 2013 at 15:17

      I think you and I are alone in finding it hard to take Magpies seriously, although I'd love to be able to,do those dreamy, literary thingies.

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  6. Berowne7 July 2013 at 19:15

    Thumb day, thumb day my printh will come...

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  7. Frances7 July 2013 at 19:30

    Brilliant!

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  8. Wendy's Writing7 July 2013 at 20:29

    Had a little chuckle when I read that, Frances.

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    1. Frances Garrood8 July 2013 at 15:21

      You should give it a go, Wendy. Lovely way of not writing serious stuff on a Sunday afternoon!

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  9. Laurie Kolp7 July 2013 at 23:55

    Hahaha... thanks for the giggles. Love it!

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  10. Susan Flett Swiderski8 July 2013 at 02:55

    Thanks for the chuckle. I LOVED your poem!

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  11. Maggie May8 July 2013 at 10:30

    Need to get those teeth sorted Frances, but had a laugh anyway.

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  12. Jinksy8 July 2013 at 11:00

    Thankth!!! LOL

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  13. Frances Garrood8 July 2013 at 15:22

    You're welcome, Jinkthy!

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  14. Unknown9 July 2013 at 09:04

    Methinketh Ieth mayeth beeth missingeth somethingeth. (LOL?)

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  15. Susan Anderson9 July 2013 at 20:32

    Thtartling in itth exthellenth.

    ;)

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  16. Donna B.10 July 2013 at 17:11

    I am still smiling...very, very clever. LOVED IT!

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  17. 21 Wits10 July 2013 at 22:29

    What a wonderful moon you speak of!

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  18. rhymeswithplague11 July 2013 at 23:07

    What an ecthellent potht and poem, Frantheth! I could never have produthed that poem becauth until today I wath unfamiliar with the word "plinth"...and I'm theriouth.

    You keep me laughing!....

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  19. rhymeswithplague11 July 2013 at 23:10

    (One little criticism: you have misspelled "statue" as "stature")

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