The prompt is a phrase from another language.
Freedom.
He lives in a house without furniture
His bed is the earth where he stands
And the sky is his guide and shelter
He travels across oceans to new lands
And flies with the birds on rain wings
And time is a took in his hands
No walls hold him in, he is serf to no kings
And the wind is his voice and its music he sings.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Sunday, April 26, 2020
Friday, April 17, 2020
Day the seventeenth
Today the prompt is 'forgotten technology' and doggerel wins the day. My thanks to Ivan Drever for recording the album that came to a sticky end!
I've ne're forgotten
Today I have to tell you a tale of loss and woe,
A rainy day's tale of deep disaster
So sad a tale, as sad as these things go,
A tale to cause real tears (although of laughter!)
I was cooking in the kitchen as I often did
Baking cakes to bring us pleasure and much joy.
I had music in there with me, a necessary aid
For music helps to further every ploy.
I had a tin of treacle, and I needed just one spoon
But it was set and hard as iron in the tin
So in order to make it softer, and do it very soon,
To the nice hot waiting oven it went in.
I waited for ten minutes, to get it nice and warm,
And while waiting changed cassettes, as you do.
Never thinking that the heat would do me any harm
It would simply make the tinful less like glue!
I'd put the tape down on the side, to wait till I was done,
And grabbed a towel to keep my hands from burning,
But the towel was wet and I dropped that tin
And hot treacle is runny as I was learning . . .
I dowsed the tape and stood on its case
My legs were all sticky and spattered
The tape was a goner, I'd need to replace,
And as for the case it was battered!
So the end of this tale, I am sad to relate,
Was one dead cassette and not even one cake!
I've ne're forgotten
Today I have to tell you a tale of loss and woe,
A rainy day's tale of deep disaster
So sad a tale, as sad as these things go,
A tale to cause real tears (although of laughter!)
I was cooking in the kitchen as I often did
Baking cakes to bring us pleasure and much joy.
I had music in there with me, a necessary aid
For music helps to further every ploy.
I had a tin of treacle, and I needed just one spoon
But it was set and hard as iron in the tin
So in order to make it softer, and do it very soon,
To the nice hot waiting oven it went in.
I waited for ten minutes, to get it nice and warm,
And while waiting changed cassettes, as you do.
Never thinking that the heat would do me any harm
It would simply make the tinful less like glue!
I'd put the tape down on the side, to wait till I was done,
And grabbed a towel to keep my hands from burning,
But the towel was wet and I dropped that tin
And hot treacle is runny as I was learning . . .
I dowsed the tape and stood on its case
My legs were all sticky and spattered
The tape was a goner, I'd need to replace,
And as for the case it was battered!
So the end of this tale, I am sad to relate,
Was one dead cassette and not even one cake!
Day the fifteenth
Today the prompt is to write in a style of some music. I have been lateral in my interpretation . . .
The beginning
Does the sound seem familiar?
Raising your hopes perhaps?
Meanings are important as well, of course, and the
Farther you go, the longer it takes
So, pack your clothes and tie your shoes,
Label those cases carefully; one last cup of
Tea, and off you go.
Do it now, despite the rain, why not?
The beginning
Does the sound seem familiar?
Raising your hopes perhaps?
Meanings are important as well, of course, and the
Farther you go, the longer it takes
So, pack your clothes and tie your shoes,
Label those cases carefully; one last cup of
Tea, and off you go.
Do it now, despite the rain, why not?
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