Writers group is great for my mental health, not so much for my ever expanding arse – the nibbles are first rate.
Tonight we were treated to a delightful host, delightful poetry, classical, beautiful words in intricate covers and pages.
I read the Jabberwocky word for word – exactly how my grade 3 teacher had brain washed our class all those decades ago. It was wonderful to recite and it seemed a few of us took a trip down poetry lane.
The writing exercise was
from the hat of funness. I chose Boiling Bunnies which I painstakingly wrote an epitaph and limerick about. The limerick was bloody hard – much harder than I remember when I used to write them as a kid. The topic made it both tricky and hilarious. 15 minutes writing time for each.
Here lies our darling departed
Whose dear lives had barely started
Wee hares courageous and bold
Forever remain, buried and cold
Stark contrast to their sweet cotton tails
Their cutesy little twitches
Once hippity hopped over meadows
and frollicked yonder in ditches
‘Tis a ditch they met a tragic fate
Hungry old traveller came a ‘calling quite late
There was no waning moon
Nor was it sunny
Just a drooling oaf with a giant pot
and a penchant for boiling bunnies
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Add salt and gravy to the rabbit stew you must.
and the really woeful limerick…
There once was a lass from York
Whose head was the shape of a fork
The townsfolk thought it was funny
She would boil a batch of bunnies
and skewer them with BBQ pork