Game for a Laugh?

 I guess any Bloglanders who happen to read this post, may identify with at least part of it - i.e. us Oldies do tend to harp back to the past, occasionally - if not a lot.

Today, while searching for something I know is tucked away on some blog page of mine, I happened to go here, and ended up laughing like a loon. It's not normally a good sign if one laughs at one's own jokes.  But I put it to you, that in view of the time lag between 2009 and 2021, it's almost as though I'm laughing at somebody else. Who is/was this odd person willing to share proof of idiocy with all and sundry?

And a not-only-but-also here.  And if neither of these links let you have a good giggle, then Jinksy's lost the plot...

Like the White Rabbit, I'm late, I'm late!

 But on discovering this photo on Sunday Musing's blog. I had an urge to let the words flow, so read on below:-

Poppy fields and paper planes? They shoot thoughts back to a war, when planes were metal and poppy fields ran with blood.

But now, any mention of poppies catapult thoughts spinning to the drug barons, who have succeeded in making red poppies more deadly than silver bullets, and our whole world a battlefield...

Four more lines and a title!

 OK, there may be a few days gap in real life, but in BlogTime, this is in direct response to my long-time Blogpal RWP's suggestion for making my last post's offering into a 'proper' Petrarchan sonnet.

Ever one to rise to a challenge, I've attempted to comply with the rules, and here goes, title and all!

April’s Plea

Without a sunbeam's brush to gild her frame,

brave April's countenance betrays her plight.

She calls her hero, 'Helios!' in vain.

Then, crestfallen, she cowers out of sight...

Capricious forces conjure sun and rain 

into eternal conflict. Dark lords and bright

wage their wars, as moon-tides wax and wane

throughout the universe's star-drenched night,

until, by morning, rotund Earth's revolved

in deference to laws decreed long since.

Then sun-flamed beams put shadow-clouds to flight,

their unshed tears like morning mists dissolved,

as Helios, our hero, on his plinth 

stands proud, the great defender of the light.

And the year rolls on -

 From December to April, this blog and I have remained silent, whilst all around the pandemic has raged , regardless.

Perhaps it was the sunshine that prompted me to post today. Who knows? But rather than creating something new, I'm copying a few lines I originally wrote on Alias Jinksy, but they are missing a title. Perhaps any Napple Notes reader who may wander by, could supply one for me? But I shan't be holding my breath, for wanderers may be scarce, hehehe...

 Capricious forces conjure sun and rain 

into eternal conflict. Dark lords and bright

wage their wars, as moon-tides wax and wane

throughout the universe's star-drenched night,

until, by morning, rotund Earth's revolved

in deference to laws decreed long since.

Then sun-flamed beams put shadow-clouds to flight,

their unshed tears like morning mists dissolved,

as Helios, our hero, on his plinth 

stands proud, the great defender of the light.