Prompt is HERE -
"Think of something you said. Now write what you wish you had said”
Ladies Choice
At the Abergele ballroom long ago
the M.C., such a nice young man, you know,
announced – he had a nice Welsh lilting voice –
“The next dance, ladies, is a ‘Ladies’ Choice.’”
The band struck up – I yomped across the floor.
I’d spied a nice young man beside the door.
“You'll dance with me, young man. Indeed you shall.”
I should have said “Where are the toilets, pal?”
PS, I sometimes centre my poems because I like to see the shape and balance of line and stanza length.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of a site for miserable old bats: I think I qualify - my nickname hereabouts is slly old bat, so I would feel at home there.
ReplyDeleteoh, yes. we need time in separate rooms to survive one another!
ReplyDeletePlease, Marm, may we have optional flavours in the Jelly Song? I like lime or blackcurrant best...
ReplyDeleteHi! I am from Big Tent too! I don't understand why they don't add you, writers are supposed to be open minded right? I did like this in a jovial sort of way! The only thing that throw folks off is that there is a a writing prompt each week and they might be looking for something that resembles the prompt. You don't have to be invited to blog or follow or take part in we all just invite ourselves basically but if you did consider yourself officially invited!
ReplyDeleteDelightful romp, Mrs. T. My old eye's did read "Ladies Chance" and that made me wonder what wonderful rhyme you'd go to: glance, prance, lance (oh there's a slip there?), France, askance ...
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the Tent, and Derrick's explained us pretty well, I think. :-)
Dear Mrs Trellis,
ReplyDeleteI think I have landed in an alternative reality. Having decided to pay an afternoon call on you, what do I find but my name being bandied about by a gentleman called Christopher. If I've been playing today, perhaps he might be good enough tell me where, because I seem to have missed the game?
I enjoy Ludo or Tiddley-winks, or even Beat-your-neighbour-out-of-doors, but so far my Saturday has been devoid of any such recreational sports...
Just too witty...I loved it!
ReplyDeleteRather than G & S (whom I revere), how about an opera called la Poème by a bizet housewife?
ReplyDeletebriarcat . . . "Yomp" was a word used (invented??) by the Marines during the Falklands War. To Yomp is to cover distance rapidly whilst carrying full military kit. I wanted to get to the nice young man before all the other nice young women got to him. More fool me! Look at him now.
ReplyDeleteMarian V . . I will return your visit. My "Adult Warning" is there only to intrigue people, particularly middle aged men who have nothing better to do than look for salacious blogsites.
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