Marooned; no hope when the boom was lost;
Rescuers deny line – we must sign a deal
To fill which, sky would seem the cost;
Rather swing into stream and drift, we feel!
Marooned; no hope when the boom was lost;
Rescuers deny line – we must sign a deal
To fill which, sky would seem the cost;
Rather swing into stream and drift, we feel!
Lovely drift of a poem. Helpless boats are always forlorn and sad (And people just don;’t always adopt them like they might with a stray cat
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One can’t claim salvage with a stray cat.
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I can’t believe you did this in so few words. Love it!
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Thanks! It is my personal challenge to use the words in the order they appear, adding as few words as possible, while still making some kind of sense.
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Not being the sharpest knife in the block I must admit that I don’t understand this, just wish that I could do it though! 😦
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The gist is supposed to be that as with a boat rescue where extortionate charges are asked for, when in difficulty it is better to drift to other solutions than ‘loan-shark’ kinds of options.
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Thanks for that explanation, I can now see what you were saying in your wordle, but I don’t think I”ll ever attempt doing one; I haven’t the imagination for it, which you obviously do.
Which kind of makes me a pretty dull sort of bloke! 😦
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I’m sure your own skills would make being able to rhyme a set of words with some sort of sense seem trivial, indeed!
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Definitely seems to be the best option, Col. 🙂
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Best way of keeping arm and leg!
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