Sunday, 21 July 2013

Magpie 178


When Matthew parks his motor bike
(Beside the lake, beneath the trees),
On looking down, he sees his bits
Are fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
And lo! (his heart with pleasure thrills) -
They dance, like Wordsworth's daffodils!


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

41 comments:

  1. "bits' I love that English term! Truly enjoyed this - can't imagine what the bits look like while he's riding!

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  2. A delightful piece! My smile dance with his bits. Lo!

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  3. Brilliant Frances, brilliant. Can't stop smiling.
    Anna :o]

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  4. I started giggling after "his bits," and I haven't been able to stop.

    MUST show my Piano Man!

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  5. I agree with Megaly. That's when I started giggling, too.
    And the idea of the "bits" fluttering in the breeze like daffodils cracked me up! I love it.
    K

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  6. "The waves beside them danced, but they
    Out-did the sprakling waves in glee."

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    1. Oh, I'd forgotten that bit. How apt!

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  7. Knew I could pop over hear and find something slightly risqué :-)
    thanks for sharing

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  8. heh heh heh.....that's what you call a sense of freedom!

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  9. oh hah! This is a more than a little bit of fun! Cheers!

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    1. Thanks, Patsy. I just wish I could write the more serious verse, as so many Magpie people do...

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  11. Matthew rides his motorbike
    In every kind of weather,
    But most of all he quite prefers
    To ride in the altogether.
    And though the boy is barely there
    And shows us now his bum,
    'Tis the parts in front he'd like to share;
    My goodness, there are so many choices for the last line.



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  12. Matthew rides his motorbike
    In every kind of weather,
    But most of all he quite prefers
    To ride in the altogether.
    And though the boy is barely there
    And shows us now his bum,
    'Tis the parts in front he'd like to share;
    My goodness, there are so many choices for the last line.



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  13. This peerless frolic gives Wyeth exactly what he deserves.

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  14. this was hilariously interesting :)

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