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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Friday, 9 September 2016

Whirls and Girls

The boy bit into the Viennese Whirl,
The jam and cream they splodged.
The biscuit crumbs rolled down his tum
Into the path of his striding mum
Who nimbly changed her gait and dodged
The crumbs but crashed into a girl.

The girl was drinking fizzy pop
The lid it popped right off
She slipped and tripped and dropped the cup
Which at the time was quite full up
With bubbles towering in a froth
And washed over her brand new top.

The top was once a glowing white
But now was a murky brown.
Sagged and bedraggled, the girl stood still
And let out a shriek, short and shrill.
The boy stood up and handed round
Viennese Whirls, which made things right.
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