Conundrum

With apologies to the musical score of Oliver, which gave me the title I've used as a springboard for this somewhat strange offering. 

Thanks go to P&SU for their prompt on Friday.

Food Glorious Food

Hot pudding and custard

will always cut the mustard 

in the Pantry Stakes. 

(A little known sport of kings

who choose to ponder on such things

to give themselves a welcome break

from hard decisions they must make.

Which functions would they rather miss, 

versus those they can't resist?)

Smart jockeys on horses,

jump menu's multi-courses;

flout a long held law

open to much hidden folly,

via Satan's Sweet Course Trolley.

The Betting Stakes rise ever higher,

fan the flames of inner fire

as the Bookies play their part, 

long before the races start.

To eat or not to eat? Aye, there's the rub...

Game For A Laugh?

I sense something silly - is it growing from my head?  

I knew that it was waiting, soon as I climbed out of bed.

It's not a hat, or hunk of hair,

but just a thought that took root there

and wanted to be captured on a page, 

despite my somewhat sober writing age.

I think it is a giggle, that's decided 'Now's the time!'

I can feel it start to wriggle, like washing on a line

that's pegged but longs to travel

(risking falling in the gravel)

for it wants to see what life is like below...

(It's all about the viewpoint, don'tcha know?)

Now it's off and flying free - Look out! There it goes!

It only just missed hitting you on your rosy nose-

and no one would be laughing

at such abysmal timing...

I hope it takes a new, far distant road

before it lets its giggle-bomb explode...

Oh beware! It's on the loose dear reader, have a care!

It may descend upon you. Before you know it's there

it will titillate your funny bone,

despite your being all alone,

and seeds of laughter may sail through the air

to plant themselves in people everywhere!

Thanks go to this blog for its inspiration.

And apologies for using the title before- you can see how laughing has me in its spell!

Thinking out loud?

This afternoon, I happened upon a TV programme with the arresting title of 'An Englishman Abroad', coupled with the name Alan Bennet.  He was 'talking to camera' about holidays with his parents, explaining how  his experiences then, lead to his writing a play of the same name, many years later. 

His early observations of human behaviour, are surely the yeast which has given rise to a feast of books and dramas that continue to delight us.

It would be foolish of me to aspire to such literary heights, but here, even a nattering Napple can post her silent thoughts in a Blogland post box, to be read by - who knows? One can but dream...

In search of rhyme or reason, perhaps?

 That pretty much describes my day...

Blogland, that wonderful place which allowed us to share many rhymes and reasons, has been steadily decreasing in size - exactly like the Polar Ice Caps.

Father Time will certainly call a halt to many of our number as we 'pass our sell by date', to use a modern concept, but spasmodic posts from various sources, can surface, if we go hunting with determination.

Today, I came across an old Blogpal, RWP, and you too can share his joy, if you click HERE. Isn't life grand? :-)