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Hobbit Hotel

06 Saturday Sep 2014

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I feel like I’m walking into a tree,
Not hitting my head,
But actually emerging inside it!
This extraordinary place is a hotel,
And I feel like a hobbit!

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The Horse Tree

05 Friday Sep 2014

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A small clump of trees,
Planted with foresight,
So they would grow together,
And lend each other their limbs and leaves,
To create a delicate, beautiful horse tree.

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Black and White

04 Thursday Sep 2014

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This clever picture gives you pause,
It clearly has no obvious flaws.
It stretches your mind and makes you think,
You’re tempted to make just one eye blink.
With just some strokes of black and white,
She has set your imagination alight.
Body paint at it’s very best,
A diverse beauty well expressed.

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Blue Sails

03 Wednesday Sep 2014

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Wind in the sails
And the sound of the boat
Cutting through the water
Like a knife.
Exhilaration!

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The Romanovas

02 Tuesday Sep 2014

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The Russian royal family really needed an heir,
But four young princesses brought panic and a certain despair,
To Tsar Nicholas and Tsarina Alexandra Romanov
Till Alexei appeared, the boy they dreamed of.
Why did your mother treat you like
young ingenues?
Was a life of seclusion the kind that you’d choose?
Carol of Romania was chosen for Olga to wed,
But the nineteen year old had other ideas instead,
He had bedded so many women in his debauched life,
Olga decided she was never consenting to be his wife.
The girls had crushes on men in the imperial guard,
But meeting suitors was extremely hard.
They ended their sad lives bayoneted and shot,
And one has to ask, precisely for what?
So they wouldn’t be martyrs, as Lenin foretold.
When they died, the oldest, Olga, was just 22,
And had had no life to speak of, this sad ingenue.

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What To Do?

01 Monday Sep 2014

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OK! I’m disgruntled,
Don’t know what to do,
I’m one big conundrum,
I’m in the midst of review,
Of quite what I’ll choose,
As my future career,
An expert at IT?
A cool engineer?
I think I will settle
For a job in design,
Interactive and fast-paced,
The future is mine!

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A Blue Raspberry

31 Sunday Aug 2014

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It looks extremely lovely,
It looks quite tasty too,
But I’m not sure I can stomach,
A raspberry that is blue!
The theory is entirely sound,
There’s nothing wrong with that,
But blue food is a no no,
I’d rather eat my hat!

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She Saw A Mouse

30 Saturday Aug 2014

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Fears unbound, I bought a hound,
To frighten every foe,
A Doberman, all Black and Tan,
Muscle from head to toe,
But yesterday, having been away,
I returned home to my house,
I found her six feet up, a frightened pup,
Terrified by a mouse!

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A Gentle Cup Of Tea

29 Friday Aug 2014

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Let’s sit and pass the time of day,
With a gentle cup of tea,
We’ll warn the pot in the right way,
With a ritual ceremony.
I love Darjeeling, love Pu ‘Err,
Love my Oolongs too,
So pop some Keemun in the pot,
Let’s have the perfect brew.

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The Call of the Sea

28 Thursday Aug 2014

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A young man longed to travel,
So he signed up to go to sea,
He’d let the world unravel,
By joining the Queen’s Navy.

And away they sailed,
And the globe unveiled,
As they crossed an emerald sea.

He returned with tales of derring-do,
Of exotic foreign lands.
And his sisters all longed to john his crew,
And become true and willing deckhands.

So away they sailed,
Disguised and veiled,
As they crossed those emerald seas.

One by one his sisters fell,
For men they met overseas.
They all jumped ship, as I’ve heard tell,
And wed African, French and Chinese.

Overseas they stayed,
New lives they made,
Across the emerald seas.

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