Beard, Bearded, Man, Portrait, Male, Indian, Red

No doubt about it

Of this I’m sure

No beating around the bush

Or being demure

The answer’s definite

Clear – not a blur

My answer’s set

Most certainly

To the question you asked

My reply’s “maybe”


FOWC with Fandango — Sure


Bands, Color, Pattern, Multi Coloured

The Worshipful Order of Forget-me-nots

Make memory rings and friendship knots

And though they lack the wealth and fame

Of guilds bigger – you’ll remember their name

The Worshipful Order of Forget-me-nots


FOWC with Fandango — Worship

Casino Weekend: The Shark

Playing Poker, Beautiful Lady, Poker, Sexy Lady

The casual gambler’s nemesis –

Naïve is her projected view

As she folds one hand, and then two

That “butter wouldn’t melt,” it is true

As her chill cold heart prepares for you

Calm and collected she’ll draws you in

And when you’ve wagered all –

Then she’ll win

That innocent demeanour

Is a costume she wears

Just to disarm you

Before she robs you unawares


FOWC with Fandango — Nemesis

Casino Weekend: The Gold Digger

Casino Weekend: The High-roller


Red and Orange Apple Fruit

Wendy went to her dorm room to find her roommate listening to classical music.

“Hey. Is that the Lone Ranger song you are listening to?” she asked.

“First of all it’s instrumental so it’s not a song. And it’s called the William Tell Overture for your information,” Cynthia replied.

“Wow, what’s got your knickers in such a twist? It’s not like I was trying to shoot an apple off your head or something.”


FOWC with Fandango — Tell


Waves, Sea, Ocean, Seascape, Tides, Blue, Spume, Mist

On come the breakers

Unrelenting – no mercy given

Kings cannot command them

And the coast their savage bite does feel

Though a thing of beauty

Greens and blues tipped with foamy white spray

They, jagged like saw’s teeth

Eat the land away

On come the breakers

No one can resist the tide

Neptune’s assault on Tellus

Sweeps the sands aside



FOWC with Fandango — Given

Mr. Clean

Confident albino man in trendy suit
Gabby K at Pexels

“Don’t believe a word he says,” Tayler warned. “His public image is a lie. He is evil to his core.”

“But he’s my uncle, isn’t he?” Milly inquired.

“That makes him all the more dangerous,” the lawyer warned.

“Why dangerous?” Milly asked.

“When your parents died, God rest them, it left you with fifty-one percent of the family fortune. He will play you if he can to make his own power greater.”

“But if he is so toxic, why is he called Mr. Clean?”

“No matter how things appear don’t fall for it. He is anything but clean.” Tayler warned.

The elevator finally reached the 55th floor. As the doors opened, Milly Kleinmann found herself face to face with her uncle for the first time. As she looked into his steely gaze she felt her heart plunge and a shiver run up her spine. It was immediately clear to her that everything Tayler had said was true.


FOWC with Fandango — Plunge