The A Mused Poetry Contest 11/14 – 12/11/2020

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Ho, ho, ho, it’s Christmas yet again,
But in line with new protocols,
I’m implementing social distancing.

Split shifts on the Christmas line,
One and a half reindeers apart please,
Hey Elf one, was that a sneeze?

And ensure you use hand sanitizer,
Yes Dasher, on arrival and after breaks,
It’s vital, for heavens sakes.

And Elves no sharing tools, no sharing anything,
And if you’re feeling ill at all,
Please don’t come in and please toss tissues in the bin.

What?  Recompense for lost shifts?
Please, who do you think I am?
If you want to negotiate, Santa just ain’t in.

The A Mused Poetry Contest 11/14 – 12/11/2020

© Deb Whittam 2020

The A Mused Poetry Contest 11/07 – 11/13/2020

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Lots, items, knacks, everything

To the counter she marched
resolute, chin held high as
she looked the shopkeeper
directly in the eye.

That painting, there, the one
above the door, I’ll give
you twenty dollars,
not a penny more.

Silence met her words
but with a nod he agreed
and painting in her hand, she smirked,
there had been no need to plead.

At home she unwrapped
her highly sought after prize
only to discover on the frame
a notation that made shock arise.

twenty she had paid,
twenty she had offered,
but the tag clearly stated
clearance – just one dollar.

The A Mused Poetry Contest 11/07 – 11/13/2020

© Deb Whittam 2020

MMA Storytime #41

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As the horses’ thunder around the final bend the leaders are neck to neck and the crowd is in a frenzy.

Never have we seen a race this close, they’re so evenly matched that they storm down the final straight, not a hair’s breadth between them.

As the crowd rise to their feet, the jockies huddle down, whips a blur as they yell, cajole and plead for this is the race that stops a nation.

A flash, a blur, a sudden surge and a tremendous roar fills the air as they cross the line.

Defeat has won the Melbourne Cup.

100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge #41 – Defeat

© Deb Whittam 2020

MMA Storytime #40

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Training, training, it’s very draining
Up at dawn, yawning and straining.
So tired when I lay down my head,
Sometimes I wish the sun was dead.

Training training, joy is waning,
Yes I know, I never stop complaining.
But I never knew it would be this hard,
Putting in those hard yards.

Training, training, and it’s raining,
Sour puss but I’m still sustaining.
The coach said never give up,
I’d like to see him do a push-up.

Training, training, gee this is entertaining,
I would rather be campaigning.
Winning ain’t everything but
Just once I want to beat that mutt.

100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge #40 – Training

© Deb Whittam 2020

The A Mused Poetry Contest 10/31 – 11/06/2020

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Travelling around the countryside,
Ask the Whittams, Ask the Whittams,
Travelling around the countryside
Ask the Whittam Family.

Dear Whittam Family,
What do you do when your nut comes off, dear Whittams, dear Whittams?
What do you do when your nut comes off, dear Whittams, your nut?
Call for a tow truck, dear viewer, dear viewer?
Call for a tow truck dear viewer, a tow truck?
But I have no reception dear Whittams, dear Whittam?
But I have no reception dear Whittams, no reception at all?
In that case dear viewer, dear viewer,
In that case dear viewer, you are kind of f*****

Travelling around the countryside,
Ask the Whittams, Ask the Whittams,
Travelling around the countryside
Ask the Whittam Family.

The A Mused Poetry Contest 10/31 – 11/06/2020

© Deb Whittam 2020