Cris A went challenge-mad
Stop Abuse!
I rise to the challenge, like a ship on a tidal wave
Cris A decided to start some kind of challenge thread on the forums. Quite a good idea, I thought, and I enjoyed reading all the silly challenges, other hubbers were cooking up for each other. But then....my name appeared....I was challenged by that old codger, Ralwus. He said, I must write a poem. Oh Ralwus, you wiley rascal, here is my challenge poem!
The challenge was set by a man called CC,
He expected me to fail miserably.
He said, “Write a poem!”
Oh, you cute little gnome,
Did you think that because of my large hips,
Words of poetry couldn’t escape from these lips?
Well, I accepted the challenge, never fear,
For the mistress of rhyme and poetry is here.
I can play with and twist a word or two,
You think I can’t, I’ll show you!
I’ll reach deep down inside my brain,
And catch a ride on that damn train,
Heading for the imagination station,
On the way collecting inspiration.
You think my writing fits in a box,
But this box has no locks.
It has no sides, it has no bottom, it has no lid,
The words flow, they fly, well I think they did.
And it’s what I think that really counts,
My words bounce!
So there, take that!
Next time you go to the forum and chew the fat,
Remember me –
Cindy
Cindy Vine, teacher, author, mother,
Do you hear me, my brother?
Fear, Phobias and Frozen Feet,
I served you up a little treat,
To teach you about the effects of abuse.
Read it, you have nothing to lose.
And then there’s a story of a girl like me
In Stop the world, I need to pee!
Hub-a-bub-bub
What a mix is in this tub?
I do declare for all who read this,
That writing poetry is a piece of piss,
So CC my dearest darling man,
Next time, a stronger challenge, if you can?
