Geoffrey

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StoryEnglish as she is spoke Geoffrey316 years 1 week ago
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My stories

May Day

May Day Today is May Day so I’ll be seen With all my friends on the village green Midst crowds around a striped maypole Dancing like villagers did of old

Writing doggerel

Writing doggerel I like to sit and write in rhyme And most of the time I think I’m quite successful But I often find my mind goes blank and then I can’t find the rhyme I want.

The cloud

The cloud I float on high o’er vales and hills Looking for hosts of daffodils But spring has gone until next year There are no daffodils I fear So I head off south and on the way

My cat

My cat My cat is too fat but he doesn’t know that He eats food like a pig or a sow But I think he’s a cat ‘cos the noises he makes Don’t sound like an ‘oink’ but a ‘meow’

One hundred words

The ‘Varsity of the Third Age, want a hundred words upon a page, To form a story or a poem: - work that’s to be done at hoem.

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