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)
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35 comments:

  1. gautami tripathy21 July 2013 at 13:37

    You made my day...

    grinning ear to ear...:D

    when the core rots, soul will disintegrate

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  2. Margaret21 July 2013 at 14:09

    "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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  3. Anonymous21 July 2013 at 15:35

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

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  4. hyperCRYPTICal21 July 2013 at 16:19

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

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  5. Magaly Guerrero21 July 2013 at 16:19

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

    MUST show my Piano Man!

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  6. Kay L. Davies21 July 2013 at 19:01

    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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  7. Berowne21 July 2013 at 20:17

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

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  8. Kay21 July 2013 at 20:19

    def LOL!!!! x

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  9. martine21 July 2013 at 20:38

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

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  10. Frances21 July 2013 at 21:41

    Love it !

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  11. Helena22 July 2013 at 00:02

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

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  12. Kathe W.22 July 2013 at 13:42

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

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  13. Unknown22 July 2013 at 14:46

    Very good, made me laugh.

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  14. Patsy22 July 2013 at 15:40

    That was fun.

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    1. Frances Garrood26 July 2013 at 21:51

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

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  15. rhymeswithplague22 July 2013 at 18:25

    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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  16. rhymeswithplague22 July 2013 at 18:27

    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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  17. Trellissimo23 July 2013 at 11:10

    This peerless frolic gives Wyeth exactly what he deserves.

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  18. Unknown23 July 2013 at 13:01

    Is that a naughty dance?

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  19. Anonymous26 July 2013 at 08:03

    This is fabulous lol

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  20. Unknown26 July 2013 at 18:29

    this was hilariously interesting :)

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  21. Frances Garrood26 July 2013 at 21:50

    Thanks, Mama Zen!

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