Maddy wanted to knit Dave a jumper
She tried and tried but was a failure
Either too big
The size of a pig
Instead she bought a jumper that glitters
Fear not, my sweet one
For it always come, the sun
Cut the vicious line before it spreads
The red threads and all the eggheads
Don’t crease the scheme, might be useful
If you don’t do it now, you won’t be able
The lure of the flood of stream coming
And then looking forward to spring
The fact is, we don’t have to follow any line
It’s up to us to have our own sunshine
Paula eats some piquant cheese with crackers. “Such a beauty,” Arthur sighs, still drunk and then fell off the ladder.
For: My Weekly Writing Challenge by Esther Newton
Take the first sentence from your favorite book and make it the first sentence of your post.
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. (“The Catcher in the Rye” by J D Salinger) Well, I was born in the Philippines, in Quezon City to be precise. I’m the second child of my parents, and I was born the same year as the eldest son – he was born in January and I was born in December. My parents were very young when they got married – my Dad still had to finish his degree and my Mom had just graduated when my Dad decided to take her away. In short, they eloped when she was returning her toga. Unlike the boy in the story, I had a wonderful childhood. It wasn’t lousy at all. I seemed to be always with siblings (2 more came after me) and cousins (hundreds of them!) and we played, argued, messed around and had lots of adventures. Our house was full of activities, friends came and went, relatives visited us, some cousins stayed when they had to go to college (especially when they were from the province and we were in Manila) and we had lots of parties. Birthdays, anniversaries, Christmases, New Year’s Day, fiestas, etc. Any excuse for a party, we’d have one!
Call Me Ishmael