Thanks to Douglas M Macllroy for supplying this intriguing photograph, looks like someone is planning something truly global!! Best get my usual thinking cap on before I tackle this one.
Thank you also to the Supreme Rochelle who never ceases to amaze, I hope you enjoy!
The Cat’s musical fiddling birthday had started well.
The provision of a black treacle cowlick laced with weapon grade LSD probably wasn’t such a good idea as the cow had left from the 22nd storey window thinking he could jump over the moon.
The Dog found this hilarious, laughing so much he choked on his tongue, and drowned in his own vomit.
Passed out, the twitching and purring cat roused a drug addled Dish and Spoon; seeing the carnage before them, fled the flat running down the stairs because that cat had covered the walls of the lift in lard.
There we are, its a dark one this week i’m afraid and its the latest i’ve been for a while; bad week at work see. Anyway I connected the moon on the bucket with the Cow jumping over it, tenuous I know but what can you say?
Oh dear, it is now Saturday in the civilised world, so I think I have probably failed this weeks FF.
Sorry Rochelle it will not happen again, I bet i’m up in the 90’s!!
But on a positive note, I used all 100 words, to some effect…
Good night
The Count Of North Clifton 
Very poetic quality. Liked it.
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Thanks, I’m rubbish at poetry, but thanks, I’ll write one next week, a limerick maybe!
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This was fun. Nice interpretation of the prompt with good ole nursery rhyme.
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Thanks, check out my others! Glad you liked it
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Nice one. But it lacked diddling
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No room, that’s a given, it’s in the sub text!
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Ah ha! This is great! I like the twisted retelling.
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Like the energy of the characters and their weird and wonderful antics. So inventive. Nicely done.
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Cheers for the comment!
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Now I wonder how many of those things were written while the writer was drugged out of their minds.
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This writer can’t remember!! 🤪
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LSD was surely involved in the writing of this original nursery rhyme – it makes no sense whatsoever! 🙂
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Absolutely!!
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Hey.. you’re only at 71… and we don’t care what number you come in at, as long as you come in!
And Yeah… couldn’t fit the diddle in there, eh? No matter. Love where you took this.
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Yep the fiddle slipped my mind if you can believe that!!
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You had other things to worry about! Cows, moons, utensils… it can get wild out there!
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Hilarious. I’ve always thought whoever wrote that poem must have been tripping on something 🙂
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Yes, but we all know the cat had a fiddle 😉 I am just impressed at such a detailed account of another day at the animal shelter. Great stuff!
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Crazy writing, I enjoyed it, thanks
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Dear Shrawley,
I guess the cat was too busy to fiddle for the cow this trip. I should’ve known it was drug related all along. How else would a cow jump over the moon? You crack me up every week. Dark shmark, it’s still entertaining.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle, they sure don’t write them like they used to
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LOL I look forward to your nursery rhymes each week. This did not disappoint.
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Trippy… yes I can imagine something like that when you imagine utensils running around.
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I know how you feel, I am not exactly over the moon this week with lots of demands on my tim. Some people just need to be spoon fed, my side not yours. At least the cow had an idea, and should sue NASA for stealing it, unfortunately there is no law that protects whacky ideas.. Fun read.
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Thanks James, evil new boss throws weight about, staff grumble about how we know what we are doing, boss moves on to bugger up another part of the business. Familiar tale!! Thanks for reading
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