Homework we 28th May
Posted: Sun May 13, 2018 8:20 pm
This ditty came out in a 2 hour rush on my drive back from work Friday.
Had to remember it to write it down!
No doubt in the minds of those present,
“An affair of the heart,” they all said.
While there on the pretty striped loveseat,
Pierre and Candida lay dead!
To mark a whole year since they married,
a year of most wonderful bliss,
Pierre gave a chain and a locket,
Candida – a passionate kiss.
‘Twas Love at first sight for the Villa,
though nothing about it was grand,
with foresight and clever designing
it would be the dream home they had planned.
Their favourite room was the parlour,
Where pale roses papered the walls.
They matched with the couches and curtains
And ran along carpeted halls.
The only aside from the grandeur,
from opulent floral brocade;
was the blue and red patterned loveseat,
by her mother’s hand lovingly made.
The butler was woken at midnight,
he heard a creak on the stair.
He thought he would see upon looking,
Old Granny with sleepwalking stare.
The hallway in fact was quite empty,
No butler v sleepwalker spar.
But when he glanced out of the window,
Saw the gate to the villa ajar!
Not the gate out the front for the carriage,
The one ‘round the back for the trade.
The last one the butler remembered
Was the man with the floral brocade.
They found him curled in the curtains,
Bloodied scissors....asked him why?
He said mixing bold stripes with soft florals,
Surely meant that they had to die!
Had to remember it to write it down!
No doubt in the minds of those present,
“An affair of the heart,” they all said.
While there on the pretty striped loveseat,
Pierre and Candida lay dead!
To mark a whole year since they married,
a year of most wonderful bliss,
Pierre gave a chain and a locket,
Candida – a passionate kiss.
‘Twas Love at first sight for the Villa,
though nothing about it was grand,
with foresight and clever designing
it would be the dream home they had planned.
Their favourite room was the parlour,
Where pale roses papered the walls.
They matched with the couches and curtains
And ran along carpeted halls.
The only aside from the grandeur,
from opulent floral brocade;
was the blue and red patterned loveseat,
by her mother’s hand lovingly made.
The butler was woken at midnight,
he heard a creak on the stair.
He thought he would see upon looking,
Old Granny with sleepwalking stare.
The hallway in fact was quite empty,
No butler v sleepwalker spar.
But when he glanced out of the window,
Saw the gate to the villa ajar!
Not the gate out the front for the carriage,
The one ‘round the back for the trade.
The last one the butler remembered
Was the man with the floral brocade.
They found him curled in the curtains,
Bloodied scissors....asked him why?
He said mixing bold stripes with soft florals,
Surely meant that they had to die!
Personally I have been guilty of using florals and regency stripes together and think they work fine - perhaps he was a bit too pedantic. I love how you have used the prompts in this Wendy, very clever