I see Jingle hasn’t set a theme – maybe the Flash 55s are being given a rest. I felt like waking them up, though.



‘Beware Year of Rabbit!’ he thought witch had cried,

So twenty-eleven he spent all inside;

Next year he emerged with a sigh of relief

And whistled and sang as he walked cliff beneaff –

This hurt so the ears of a bunny on top,

It fatally fell on his head with a plop.


(As I usually do, I include the title in my word count.)


© Colonialist February 2011 (Letterdash/Wordpress)

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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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