One Liner Wednesday: I give up! 😃

This is part of LindaGHill’s One Liner Wednesday. 

Husband: “I am definitely starting that diet now! …. Do you think I should just have a Biscuit? ”

Me: “Arrrrrrrrrrgh! ”

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Just Jot it January : Tic Toc.

Tick Toc

Stop the clock

I don’t  want any more

Of  this hateful war

Please stop

This painful clock

I have taken all I can

To break us all apart  is  that  your plan

I want my family

All my family.

Stop Stop Stop

The  clock

Tic Toc

 

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NoBloPoMo : Exploding Flowers!

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I had an exploding tin of flowers , it made me feel fine.

I would slip out after hours and watch the flying colours while I drank my wine.

I offered you my flowers, I hoped to make you happy too.

Sadly you were allergic and you came out with symptoms like the flu.

I tried to put my exploding flowers back into the tin

it was so very hard to do my patience soon began to wear thin.

All I really wanted was to spread a little fun but so far I’ve made you feel ill and I have cut my thumb!!

That’s it I have had enough now, they came out so they must go back in,

they wont , they don’t  OH! darn it I’ve had enough they are going in the dustbin!

New Life

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Sunshine through the window touches on her hair She is a beauty, a pale faced red head, fair beyond compare. In front of her a vase of flowers  filled with classic blooms arranged with love Concealed with the bright petals her avian friends hides He is attracted by the petals hues which he had spotted as he flew above. He has no idea how much this bouquet  means what importance on it rides.   The woman is unhappy she does not know what to do. The flowers are from her man Who has deceived her, they are a request for forgiveness. Sadly she doubts she can. He’s let her down one time too many, taken her love and not returned her any. A cloud crosses the sun casting a shadow on the flowers,her gentle bird flies away. Seizing  the vase she rushes to the bin, life has finally dropped the waiting penny. Alighting gracefully in his cage her bird begins to sing, The woman smiles as at long last she  decides he too will be cast away With the flowers. And her new life can begin.