A Parcel at the Castle. (NOT an Entry!)
For this, our second great contest,
We wish you all the very best
and hope that all you Dames and Gentry
will be forthcoming with an entry.
For readers here who know it not
Catz shows the Castle HUGUELOT
which, rising on it’s wooded slopes,
is not for Preachers, Priests or Popes,
but Poets, being Hugh’s favourites,
who show poetic skills and wits.
(Though any Dame’s a welcome guest
who shows a well-filled yuletide chest!)
We wish you all much Christmas cheer
and blessings in the coming year.
Hugh R. December 24th. 2006.
In a list
- Huguenauties Poetry (NE) • next in list
- Huguelot Castle Capers • next in list
- Sonnets & Sonnaiku • next in list
A contest entry
- Group Contest: Christmas at Huguelot by huguenauties.
600 points, ended December 28, 2006, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
1 - 9 of 9
-
I'll be honest.
I didn't enter the contest because I'm too lazy to read all the other entries.
I'm hungry...have you ever thought about taking just one of those ducks you have and cooking it? You have quite a few so I doubt you'd miss just one. I'd keep the feathers and either make an Indian headdress or a really cool boa. You can't lose with either. I want to have another of my alter-egos join the Huguelot so he can be the "Royal Marcher of the Ducks to and from the Castle."
I wonder if Catz likes ducks? I don't mean, "Here duckie wuckie, cute duckie wucky, have some bread." I mean, "Here duckie wuckie, cute duckie wuckie, gotcha! In the pot with you!"
-
I don't have big boobs!
I do have a big bootay! ROFLMAO Does that count? 
MERRY CHRISTMAS DEAR ONE AND TO ALL YOUR FAMILY
Renee
-
I like to...
peek between the doors and the holes in the old masonry...the ladies, well, you have good taste...
Ok, I don't do that...Trixie won't allow me too.
Women rarely go down to the dundgeon so I never do see more than a plump rat or two...I've even dressed up one or two...
Mariza doesn't need silicone...but I bet I'd look impressive with...never mind...I have issues.
-
I need silicone
This time of the year everything gets very busy.
I wished I had written something to this contest,
but between choosing gifts for the kids
and work, the time left was for me to rest.
I'm sure the ball was a success,
too bad I couldn't shake my hips.
I think I'm getting old, I must confess
when I get home from work, all I want is sleep
Now I'm off to work, must doubble my shift
to be able to pay a breast airlift
-
Psst! Don't tell anyone but I once won a beauty contest for that particular part of my anatomy. I was nominated in five categories and won in 'that' one when I worked for the government in a special vocational/educational program...so I think I qualify to enter the castle.
Happy New Year!!!
Love & Hugs,
Maureen
-
-
Dear Maureen,
Though winning prizes years ago
would necessarily not show
if, lacking oomph, thay hang below
the level where they ought to go.
But you, my darling, are the best
whatever state your present chest.
I've told the guards to let you through
and I'll be here to welcome you.
With love and hugs, XXX
Hugh R.
-
-
Will I have to be sexy at sixty?
Will I have to keep trying so hard?
Well I'm just going to slump,
With my dowager's hump
And watch myself turn into lard.
I'm not going to keep exercising,
I'm not going to take HRT,
If a toy boy enquires I'll say,
"Hah! Hard luck squire! Where were you in '73...?"
I'm not going to shave my moustaches,
I'm just going to let them all sprout,
My chins'll be double all covered in stubble,
I'm going to become an Old Trout!
My beauty all gone and forgotten,
Vanished with never a quibble,
I'll sit here and just
Kind of gnaw at a crust
And squint at the telly, and dribble.
As my marbles get steadily fewer,
Must I battle to keep my allure?
Have I still got to pout
Now my teeth have come out
And my husband has found pastures newer?
Farewell to the fad and the fashion,
Farewell to the young and the free!
My passion's expired,
At bedtime... I'm TIRED!
Sexy and sixty? Not me!
Pam Ayres
(wish I could take credit for that poem)
Am I still welcome?
Love and hugs,
Maureen
-
-
-
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas our dear King..may you receive lots of hugs a kisses from your favourites. And I as HOH also wish everyone a very Happy Christmas.
Love Bea
-
LOL
The picture atop this otherwise Christmasy poem is hilarious, Hugh. And says so much about our King
Thank you for a super Christmas poem and the greeting it extends.
I wish you and yours the same, a Merry Christmas
and a wonderful 2007 
love and
Dee
Adding your comment:
1 - 9 of 9
