
While the pale skin fades,
the voice wheezes, the frame wilts,
his soul stays ablaze.
Here’s a nursery rhyme about one of my favourite things: making tea.
I’m a little teapot short and stout.
Here is my handle.
Here is my spout.
When I get all steamed up,
Hear me shout!
Just tip me over
And pour me out.
And here’s my rip-off version of what happens when the little teapot gets a little old.
I’m a little teapot steamed and dry.
Here was my handle.
There was the spout.
When I chip my corners,
Know I’m bare.
Just pick me up
And throw me out.

I’ve signed up for the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge. It’s a ten-task-challenge that can span up to fifteen days. This post is my response to the eighth day: The Nursery Rhyme Challenge. The challenge is to interpret a popular nursery rhyme.
Some things are for sure:
sunrise, sunset, rent next month—
like clockwork is life.
I’ve signed up for the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge. It’s a ten-task-challenge that can span up to fifteen days. This post is my response to the fourth challenge: Hunt a Haiku. The challenge is to write an interpretation of the following haiku:
the sun will set slow
people go home for shelter
sun will rise again
Learns new words each day–
But when I professed my love,
She had none for me.
Inspired by an old Daily Prompt.