Lockdown Living- Today’s Poem April 17th

After all the things I said

Oh my! After all I said a few days ago, after hours of thought. I finally decided to write this.

Spot the Physics Teacher

You can teach an old dog

With

The

Waxing

And waning

Constant and rhythmic

It is surely appropriate

To make up a fib

About

The

Moon

Humble Ralph 17/4/21

Lockdown Living – Today’s Poem April 16th

Nice and easy today, just my sort of think. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a Skeltonic and what better subject?

He scares the hell out of me doing this but that’s how content he is!

There’s only one Ralph Biscuit

My rabbit is really funny

Not like any other bunny

Because whenever it is sunny

He flops down on his tummy

Making his body really flat

I begin to worry that

He really has gone splat

Like a white, plush furry mat

He once bit a cat it’s true

And ended up rescue

So when we went to view

He was indoors feeling blue

Perhaps coz of his red eyes

Folks would not compromise

It came as a surprise

We began to realise

He’d been there for a year

Waiting for the Sun to appear

With his lion mane headgear

We found him rather dear

I built him a large run

Now he’s such a happy bun

Says hello to everyone

Come rain or snow or sun

Because he’s so nosey

From the place where he’s cosy

He’ll have a little mosey

Making sure that all is rosy

So much grass will he get through

It’s hard to keep up and renew

He’ll chew and chew and chew

In the evening he’ll turn to

His daily dinner treat

All the things he likes to eat

His diet balanced and complete

And thus he will always greet

By rushing up his ramp

Faster than a sprinting champ

But if unhappy he will stamp

So don’t try to revamp

His collection of toys

Or he’ll make a grunting noise

Yes that really annoys

It makes him lose his poise

Overall, this little chap

Has a penchant for a nap

With everything on tap

There’s no need for a flap

Such a character is he

I don’t know where I’d be

If I didn’t daily see

Him outside beside the tree

Here’s to many more fun days

Watching Ralphie as he plays

And hours where he’s at graze

I wouldn’t have it anyotherwaze

Ralph 16/4/21

Lockdown Living – Today’s Poem April 15th

Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo is to write about a habit that you picked up from a parent.

I’m sure many of us do this anyway, but I’m gonna claim it as a learned behaviour.

In praise of pick n mix projectiles

A most outrageous sweet tooth

Especially being so slim

Rock and Nougat now a favourite

But I long remember him

Loving liquorice torpedoes

And Woolworths pick n’ mix

The latter quite abundant

In his confectionery fix

Of chocolate soft centres

Foil and cellophane wrapped

Adding to the whole experience

Yes, the taste sensation capped

By some basic origami

Fold, fold and fold again

With care, skill and concentration

But at other times less Zen

He’d roll it all into a ball

With both palms of his hands

Then dispatch it with a simple flick

No need for rubber bands

He could get some force behind it

Index finger against thumb

A mischievous grin upon his face

As it flew over at mum

Last Christmas break I recognised

The self-same trait in me

Sharing a box of Roses

Triggered creativity

Foil boats and planes and tiny hats

Crafted in a trance

But the piece de resistance

A true sign of our romance

Was the scrunched up sphere now on its way

With tender love and kisses

Straight across the living room

In the direction of my missus!

Ralph 15/4/21

Lockdown Living – April 14th

Far too nice a day to spend it composing stuff that barely anyone reads. So I’m keeping it short, but very sweet. A new invention. The Pruzzle! It’s a poem that’s also a puzzle based on my love of Cryptic Crosswords

I was delighted to find the solution(s) to it associated with my name. Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo is to write about the meaning of your first or last name.

Never a Cross Word

Crazy fowl can be vicious

Raise flow for pack member

Animals get start of week to solve a mess

Predators concealed by awol vestryman

Initial perpetrator wounded over locked fangs

Creature, maybe solitary if sounding like advance

Aha! cry this

Ralph 14/4/21