Prunella preferred pugs…..

Prunella preferred pugs

As a matter of fact

Not cats

All whiskers and fur and sitting on laps

Not for her.

 

Prunella preferred pugs

Snug as a bug in a rug

with her dog in a shrug

By the fireside.

In the winter.

 

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©Alison Jean Hankinson.

The image is from pixabay and is free to use.

And the band played on…

 

English summers wouldn’t be the same

If families didn’t enjoy fun in the sun

Carnival queens and burger vans

Seaside singalongs and festival fun.

 

We went to the Morecambe Carnival

With bagpipes and drums on hand

The parade moved stately down the prom

To the sound of the big brass band.

 

Seagulls on standby to have a feast

Candyfloss and greasy chips on the ground

The Bay belting out across the stage

And fairground rides spinning teenagers around

 

Toploader took to the stage

Boogie-Storm boogied on down

Sandcastle competitions throughout the day

Magical show-stopping firework display at sundown.

 

English summers wouldn’t be the same

If families didn’t enjoy fun in the sun

Carnival queens and burger vans

Seaside singalongs and festival fun.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

So tonight it is Magic over at dVerse

My magic in this is a bit like Puff the magic dragon…

“Oh I do like to be beside the seaside…”

Yes I know I always have seagulls and chips…perhaps it is my signature…

 

 

 

 

Autumn’s playground.

Bright blue wellington boots

Splashing through the stream

Autumn leaves surrender

Children’s faces gleam.

 

Splishing through the water

Matching coats and hats

Sunday forest fun-day,

Walking wet and muddy tracks.

 

Collecting up prickly conkers

Sycamore whizzers and pine cones

Autumn’s children’s playground

Before winter chills their bones.

 

© Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse where we were asked to think about shoes. Mine became wellington boots.

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Every autumn in the UK the fruit of the horse chestnut is gathered by children in order to play the age old game of “conkers”. (U.S. Air Force photo/Judith Wakelam)

 

Cocoa Beach

 

It was to be the holiday of a lifetime, reunited as a family following my husband’s “unexpected” tour of duty in Iraq, we had planned a two-week vacation to Florida. Emily was devoted to Mickey Mouse and it had been her plea that had prompted me to book the holiday to keep our spirits up in those long terrifying months. We booked a stay in Orlando near Old Kissemmee and a week in Cocoa Beach so we could visit Cape Canaveral and venture as far as Daytona Beach and the Harley Davidson shop.

It was everything it had promised to be and more, we had breakfast with Donald Duck, watched the Disney Parade, saw Snow White, melted in the heat, saw real raccoons, bought trinkets in the old town of Kissemmee. We set off in the early hours of Friday 13th August to try to outrun Hurricane Charley and hoped to nestle in the safety of Cocoa Beach. Hurricane Charley had other ideas though and the hotel bravely hosted a hurricane party and we survived a little bit wet and flooded but mostly intact. Cocoa Beach Daytona and Orlando were all hit fairly badly but it didn’t spoil our holiday. There was a little eating place called Coconuts on the Beach and they served the best Nachos I have ever tasted and I always declare that if I ever win big in the lottery that my first treat will be a return visit to Cocoa Beach to bask in the heat and dine at Coconuts again, I believe it is still there.

 

Cocoa beach summer

Nacho-time at Coconuts

Hurricane hits hard.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

Tonight at d’Verse we were asked to write about a memorable vacation and this was one of my favourites.

Dolores desires…

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Dolores dreamed of owning a dog, a dachshund to be precise. It would wibble-wobble down the street, and always be at her side.

Dolores dreamed of owning a dog, a dutiful and loyal pedigree. It would sleep contentedly on her bed at night, in return, she would love it unconditionally.

©Alison Jean Hankinson

I wrote this for Ellen.

The image is from wikimedia and is for re-use in the public domain.

Lady, Green and Red.

Lady loved the plants’ light green
With flowers brightly red.
Her face angelically serene
Had leaves to shade her head.

She sat upon the mantelpiece

Amidst the Christmas cheer

Overshadowed by the nativity

And the radiant poinsettia.

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This was to add to Frank’s (Frank Hubeny) poem, he wrote the first stanza and the second I wrote. Linked to Jilly’s Casting Bricks August Challenge as the second part of a cooperative poem.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson