Knock Knock!

Who’s there?

Cash!

Cash who?

No thanks, but I’d like some peanuts!

Knock Knock! Who’s there? Doris!

Doris who?

Doris locked that’s why I am knocking!

Knock Knock!

Who’s there?

Scott!

Scott who?

Scott nothing to do with you!

Knock Knock!

Who’s there?

Orange

Orange who?

Orange you glad this is the last one? Tim D. Culey -2012-

Creative Challenge #220: Orange

 

Knock Knock!

Who’s there?

Cash!

Cash who?

No thanks, but I’d like some peanuts!

Knock Knock!   Who’s there?   Doris!

Doris who?

Doris locked that’s why I am knocking!

Knock Knock!

Who’s there?

Scott!

Scott who?

Scott nothing to do with you!

Knock Knock!

Who’s there?

Orange

Orange who?

Orange you glad this is the last one?           Tim D. Culey -2012-

Creative Challenge: Journey

Frontier Justice

He rode tall in the saddle, he was long and lean

His one vice was a love of travel and adventure

An amiable sort of fellow, not the least bit mean

For all life’s maladies he thought travel the cure

When in the saddle he may end up east or west

Often to be adventurous he traveled north or south

Destination wasn't important, he loved the travel the best

He was a happy go lucky guy, never down in the mouth.

His travel took him to a place previously unexplored

A place where everything he believed was tested

His protestations of innocence went entirely ignored

Before he knew what happened, he had been arrested.

Twelve of his peers were brought into court

Evidence was presented for everyone to see

Upon deliberation it was their duty to report

No verdict was reached, it was a hung journey.

©Tim D. Culey -2012-

Traveling Man

Frontier Justice

 

 

He rode tall in the saddle, he was long and lean

His one vice was a love of travel and adventure

An amiable sort of fellow, not the least bit mean

For all life’s maladies he thought travel the cure

 

 

When in the saddle he may end up east or west

Often to be adventurous he traveled north or south

Destination wasn't important, he loved the travel the best

He was a happy go lucky guy, never down in the mouth.

 

 

His travel took him to a place previously unexplored

A place where everything he believed was tested

His protestations of innocence went entirely ignored

Before he knew what happened, he had been arrested.

 

 

Twelve of his peers were brought into court

Evidence was presented for everyone to see

Upon deliberation it was their duty to report

No verdict was reached, it was a hung journey.

 

 

 

 

©Tim D. Culey -2012-

My Kingdom for a Breeze

July was nearly unlivable with weather oh so hot

Dogs out at midnight seeking shade to catch a breath

My neighbor’s field of corn took a notion to pop

Three cows thought it a blizzard and froze to death.

I can’t recall a summer that was so hot and dry

The trees have adapted by learning how to jog

It may seem impossible, but here's the reason why

They had to find someway to keep up with the dogs.

Our thoughts turned to fall and we all began to plan

But there came a chill in the air that made us shudder

We have no one to thank for it except possibly Stefan

For giving everyone on Multiply his very cold shoulder.

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© Tim D. Culey -2012-

No sense in getting hot under the collar, chill out at Creative Challenge

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