Oh Winter, Never Ending! (four)

Posted on March 3, 2017 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Daily Photo

“Oh winter,
thou art a heartless bitch!”

Oh Winter, Never Ending!

Blue skies?
In the middle of winter?
I’ll bet it’s a lie
Just can’t quite put my finger…

Mr Plow

Posted on February 26, 2017 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Daily Photo

“I’m Mr. Plow and I’m here to say,
I’m the plowingest guy in the USA.
I got a big plow and I move a lot of things,
just like your cow if you have one!”
Homer Simpson

Mr Plow

When you are in trouble
And it’s snowing full throttle
No need to struggle
Just call on the double

Mr Plow

Here is how
Feel the wow
Before you raise
An eyebrow
All gone is
The snow

Mr Plow

En Route

Posted on February 26, 2017 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Daily Photo

“A railroad station?
That was sort of a primitive airport,
only you didn’t have to take a cab
20 miles out of town to reach it.”
Russell Baker

En route

Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy

Early morning in
I was really in a hurry
The venue was set in the city
And feeling a little giddy
After all travelling by train
Was not something to do in vain
Especially in the middle of winter
With temperatures below zero
And myself certainly no sprinter
And even less of a hero

Reaching the train station
After half jogging the way
Then I heard the notification
The train had been delayed
No indication as to arrival time
But they told us, all was fine
Just a minor snafu
The train would be there in a few

A few minutes went by
On the platform standing by
Then after a while
Waiting for the train to arrive
I was wishing I had taken the car
I would have been so very far

Oh what fun and joy!
Toes, fingers and nose freezing
The snow storm’s intensity increasing
Now I know, this was a winter’s ploy!

Red Gloves

Posted on February 26, 2017 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Daily Photo

“My little pretty red gloves
bring me joy and warmth;
after all it is winter!”
Gun Roswell

Red Gloves

“This is when the gloves come off!” She stated with a huff and puff.

Throwing down the protective shielding onto the ground, she was about to defy all beliefs of what would happen when exposing yourself to the elements.

It was that time of the year, when the cold season had taken over. There was no hiding from the white powdery substance covering most of the northern world. The only thing to do to survive was to put as much woven garments on top of the skin as possible. The degrees sinking down below zero in the tens, sometimes even hundreds, this season lasted for a length of six moons.

But those damn mittens! How they irritated her, especially today. They were always in the way. Grabbing things was not easy, not to mention holding a shovel.

She looked at the discarded gloves laying on the ground. Red against the whitest of snow. Pretty were they, she thought and kept staring at them, while her fingers were getting numb. Finally, as beckoning her, she scooped the offending mittens from the pile of snow, pulled them on and admired the colour and the feel of them.

Once again, she was happy in her gorgeous red mittens.

Cat in the Bag

Posted on February 25, 2017 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Caturday

“Women and cats
will do as they please,
and men and dogs should relax
and get used to the idea”
Robert A. Heinlein

Cat in the Bag

“I keep my cat
In my handbag”

Said the old hag
And, with a snag
Lighting a fag

“It’s not a gag,
so just cut me some slack”

She quickly snapped
As she zigzagged
A price tag
Like a yellow flag
Flashing on her ragtag
And out of fashion coat
Stepping into a boat
Flinging in her large tote
The cat sprung out
And onto the float
In a few quick strokes
She rowed across the moat

Clockwork Apple (one)

Posted on February 24, 2017 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected

“There’s no rule
that says you have to make records constantly,
like clockwork,
to continue being who you are”
Daron Malakian

Clockwork Apple

Apple

If you’ve eaten a red apple
A hold of you it will grapple
There is no use to struggle
For the Evil Queen known to few
Has gotten, a tight hold on you

Clockwork Apple (two)

Posted on February 24, 2017 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected

“There’s no rule
that says you have to make records constantly,
like clockwork,
to continue being who you are”
Daron Malakian

Clockwork Apple

Clock

Tick-tock, tick-tock
By the turning, of the clock
This rhyme was meant to shock
But, there really is no plot
If this was what you thought
And this place was not what you sought
Maybe you’ll say “thanks a lot!”
And feeling quite distraught
Never mind, fear not
Added, a few twists and a knot
But ended with this one shot
Neither story, nor plot
So what!