Pronoun-ce-ment

Grammar, Abc, Dictionary, Words, Letters

I met a they the other day

They was labelled a “she” but wasn’t happy that way

“They was” isn’t correct, I hear you say

But if they is a singular – it must work that way

Don’t get me wrong – I’m happy to use

Whatever pronoun that you choose

It’s the grammar only that makes me wince

As our language suffers growing pains

As new views and agendas we evince


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Brush With Death

Passage, Passage Way, Way, Path, Pathway

“It was a brush with death, I tell you,” Mary declared to her friends Peter and Jane.

“What happened?” Jane exclaimed.

“I was crossing the little foot bridge over by the train station, and just as I was halfway over my phone rang.  I stopped to get it from my jeans pocket, and I slipped.”

“You mean you fell from the bridge onto the tracks?” Peter asked with a worried expression.

“No, but I did drop my phone on the ground.  My whole life is on it.”


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Weekend Writing Prompt #230 – Brush in 87 words

State of Things

Social Distancing, Line, People

Price gouging

Raking it in

Vendors getting fat

While times are thin

Panic buying

Of things in supply

No one really knows

The reason why

We just have to have it

Must go with the flow

All those in the queues

Surely must be in the know


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Stepping Out

Your Corn Is like a Factory Assembly Line - Peterson Farms Seed

Drudgery, sludgery

Continuing the same of slog

That is the life you get

As just one of the system’s cogs

Do dare step out of line

And your own song boldly sing?

Let me know how that works out

As I do the expected thing


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Herculean Task

Flea Market, Shoreditch, London, Uk
Pixabay

It was a labour worthy of Hercules. Flynn had hardly slept the night before owing to his awareness of the task that was before. Now the time had come and he would have to pull together every ounce of courage as he was about to enter into the unknown. This was not just the stretching of his comfort zone, but a true unheaval of the established order.

“All you need to do is go in and get it.” The words reverberated through his very being.

He took a deep breath and proceeded into the precincts of the charity shop and approached the counter.

“Do you – do you have a red scarf with dragonflies?” he asked. “My Gran said she thought she saw one here.”

“If we do it will be along the back wall,” the middle-aged volunteer said.

Flynn took another breath before setting out past the mismatched dishes, shapeless cardigans, and the ever present mustiness of the air.

There it was the scarf of his quest. He snatched it from the rack and hurriedly returned to the till.

“That will be two pounds,” the volunteer said kindly.

Flynn whipped out his phone to pay.

“Sorry we only take cash,” the volunteer said.

Cash? Flynn though, beginning to panic. Who uses cash?

Unwilling to be defeated he said that he would be right back and made his way to the ATM.

Flustered but not defeated, he returned and made the purchase.

In so doing Flynn had overcome the most extreme test yet to be encountered by a Gen Z. Little did he know that his greatest labour was yet to come when he would have to do battle with Gran’s rotary phone.

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FOWC with Fandango — Extreme

Agenda

Meeting, Brainstorming, Business

A day filled with meetings and agendas

Rushing between conference calls without end

It makes you wonder if there ever was a time

When we could just sit and chat with a friend

A day filled with minutes and motions

Procedural questions and rules to bend

Is this what we all have come to accept?

“It’s just normal,” or so we pretend


Padre (after a very long day)

Consent

Police, London, City, England, British

What is meant by “Policing by consent?”

The thing Robert Peel tried to invent

Is it merely policing in the Crown’s name

Or upholding the laws the people proclaim?

Public opinion gives its consent

It’s not up to the individual their opinions to vent

The law is the law

And all should be treated the same

If you disagree, you might well in gaol remain


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FOWC with Fandango — Consent