After the Pillow Talk

Tree, Nature, Lawn, Landscape, Sky, Idyllic

Wesley Carson was a gun-slinging man

As he sat under that old willow tree.

Not a care in the world did he seem to have

As he sat there all laz’n ‘n easy.

As smoke of his cigarillo – did billow

And his mind was there all at rest,

His one peccadillo was that he’d shared a pillow

With the wife trial-hand – Tommy McGee.

Now Tommy was a jealous man

For his Bessie – she was his world

And though Wes with a gun was a skilled hand –

That did him no good with McGee.

For Bess had removed the tornillo

From Wesley’s – maker of peace.

And so the reward she did gather

After he was deceased.

For five hundred was on old Wes’s head

A fact he whispered in bed.

So beware of whom you share a pillow

Cuz you might rightly end up dead.


Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time, 17 October 2020

  1. willow
  2. billow
  3. pillow
  4. tornillo
  5. peccadillo
  6. cigarillo


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To gorge on Cheddar – is a thing I crave

Mature ripe cheeses – aged in a cave

First created – surplus milk to save,

It soon caught on, becoming quite a rave

If from the Gorge, “Authentic Cheddar” – is the name it’s gave

But supermarket cheeses – merely give the title a wave

For some – to eat the real stuff – is something brave

For some of these cheeses are aged in a grave*




* Aging racks can be seen in Gough’s Cave as well as Cheddar Man


Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time:

  1. save
  2. brave
  3. cave
  4. wave (or waive)
  5. gave
  6. grave

Death and Taxes

Pocket Watch, Watch, Gold, Antiq, Old


It was quite a shock for Ollie to hear that his dad had decided to hock Great Great Granddad’s gold watch.

Captain Howard Miller had received the timepiece directly from President Jefferson Davis for his part in running the blockage and bringing much needed stock to the beleaguered people of Charleston.   Such was his keen skill as a pilot, that he has able to almost dance his steamer past the Yankee frigate that tried to block his entry into the harbour.

Yes, the watch was truly an important family heirloom, and a piece of Southern history.  It was almost a mockery of the past, that it was a new state tax that was going to force the family to part with the treasured artifact.  How could a Southern legislature, mock such heroism, just to raise money?  Surely honour and pride were the Carolina way.

But no, sad as it was, Dad undid the lock on the glass case on the mantelpiece and removed the embodiment of history.  Soon it would be at the auction house, to be transformed into property tax.




Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time, 7 March 2020

“‘Rhyme Time’ focuses on the use of rhyme to build your writing piece. You will be given six rhyming words and need to use all of them (but not limited to these) in your response, which should be a poetry form of your choice.”

Our rhyming words this week are:

  1. mock
  2. shock
  3. stock
  4. lock
  5. hock
  6. block

A Dark Time for Rhyme

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Public Domain

The feral cat slowly stalked the unwary rat at the edge of the vacant lot.  Without a sound the matted feline burst from its cover and clamped its jaws down upon the rodent’s head. It was a meal.  It was sinewy and as flea-ridden as the stalker itself, but a meal nonetheless.  The cat sat, licking the mat, washing away the last traces of rat.


A Cat, A Rat, and A Mat (A Writing Challenge): Write a rhyming (or not) story for adults using a cata rat, and a mat.



The Fayre

Carnival, Mardi Gras, Celebration, Mardi Gras Mask


A wandered forth – for a breath of air

And happened upon the village square

It had transformed since I’d last been there

It now sported – a travelling fayre

There were breathers of fire, and a juggling pair

Their costumes elaborate – and their act had flair

The excitement was more than I could bear

So I beat a retreat away from there



Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time:

“This week I am introducing a new challenge to the Saturday Mix – ‘Rhyme Time.

‘Rhyme Time’ focuses on the use of rhyme to build your writing piece. You will be given six rhyming words* and need to use all of them (but not limited to these) in your response, which should be a poetry form of your choice.

*Homophones can be used as alternatives to the challenge words.

Our rhyming words this week are:

  1. square
  2. air
  3. bare (or bear)
  4. flare (or flair)
  5. pair (or pear)
  6. fair (or fare)”

The Rescue

Montana, Landscape, Scenic, Mountains


Charman Prinz had a lot to live up to.  It all grew out of a boast when he was fifteen, that the fairy tale writers had gotten it wrong, and that he was the descendant of the true hero of so many stories, and bore the proud name.

It was because of this that he knew he could not afford to dither.  He had a reputation to uphold, yet his mother’s incessant mithering was making him do just that.  You see, word had arrived that a local farm girl, hardly a princess, had been locked in a tower by her uncle, in the hope of forcing his older brother into surrendering his claim on the family inheritance.  While the sum was not massive, the promise of a reward for rescuing the girl seemed a great prospect for the penniless Charman.

His mother’s litany of self-pitying complaints now complete, Charman headed into the woods to retrieve the well worn sword he had traded for at the fair the year before.  It was securely hidden in the withered oak on the far side of the wood.  He was quite certain he remembered its position, but when he arrived he was forced to scour the area, as their seems to have been a blight in the forest and there was now over fifty withered oaks.

He now knew his chances of being the hero, and the recipient of the reward was diminishing.  Surely some other brave lad would beat him to the rescue.

It was late afternoon when he finally found his sword and equipment bag.  It was in good condition, and he ran as fast as could to the evil uncle’s farmstead.  He stopped on a low hill which overlooked the property and scoped out the situation.  He discovered that he had been right about being beaten to the farm.  He could clearly make out the figure of Thomas Dashing attempting to pry open the lock on the converted grain silo which was serving as the maiden’s prison.

Charman had to think quickly.  He then saw his chance.  There was a hedgerow nearby which was covered with flowers.  Charman slowly crept to the far side of the silo and cowered in the shadows.   Then, putting on his most feminine falsetto voice called out, “Don’t you dare come in here without a bouquet.”

Thomas stopped messing with the lock and looked around confused.

Charman again called out, “Don’t come into this tower unless you bring me flowers.”

Thomas noticing the hedge sprinted off to collect a bundle of bloom.

As he did, Charman rose and drawing a rope from his equipment bag, heaved it onto a jutting drain and slithered up the cable and scrambled into the high window.

“Come with me,” he said to the frightened girl.  “I have come to rescue you.”

“What about my flower?” she said coyly.

At that Charman pulled a silk bouquet from his equipment bag.  Well a true hero always needs to be prepared.




Bonus Wordle “Rhymes”

Mither (make a fuss, moan)