for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Fair.
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That’s my present, right up there,
but I can’t reach it, it’s not fair.
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Even stood on tippy-toes,
how I’ d get it heaven knows.
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If I grab this leg and shake,
it may fall down, but it might break.
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I could climb up on this chair,
but I hate heights, don’t think I dare..
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If I clamber on that shelf
I could fall and hurt myself.
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It’s just not fair, I’ll have to wait,
it’s not easy being eight!
Thanks to GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.
Children are not known to be patient. Cute story Keith
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…as I remember only too well!
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Aww!
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Very nice combination of rhyme, meter and meaning.
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Thanks, Frank, more by chance than skill!
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Excellent Six!
(Even not being a pome guy, I enjoyed the ease of words, rhythm of story and accessibility of imagery)
cool
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It’s not often I attempt a ‘pome’, I’m not one for following rules and regulations when it comes to writing!
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Aww, that’s sweet, Keith. As a person of rather short stature, I can relate!!
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So you still can’t reach, that’s really not fair!
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😞😉
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Hi Keith – those were the days … in a tree climbing household disasters were sure to happen – I certainly had a few catastrophes – hole in head still there to be seen – thankfully not disastrous … and those were the days when the doctor came to the house and stitched me up – I guess could explain a few things now! Cheers I’ll stay on my feet for now … have a happy Christmas … Hilary
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Not fair – I didn’t even say congratulations to the poem … a delight to read – apologies!!! Cheers H
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Haha, no problem, thanks so much!
I guess your tree-climbing days are over! I can’t drive past Hailsham Rec without looking at the chestnut trees we scaled as kids – fortunately without sustaining any injuries!
Have a lovely Christmas Hilary.
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Brilliant. Skirted smarmy sweetness so well and made me laugh out loud.
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What more could I ask for? Thanks so much, Doug.
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Love it Keith!
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I’m pleased, thanks, Di!
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Love it! Having to wait is never fun, or fair.
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Even today I’m struggling to avoid the temptation of diving into the pressies under my tree, nothing changes!
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Made me chuckle! Thank you for that!
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My pleasure, Liz!
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Sometimes there’s almost as much frustration as fun for kids at Christmas, lol
Cute poem, Keith.
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Of that I’m sure! Thanks, Denise.
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A terse but delightful lament..
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Thanks so much, Christine.
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Good one, Keith. Could really feel the frustration of that eight year old wanting to get to his present but being aware of the risks!
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That’s childhood! Thanks so much for your kind words.
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You must have been watching my four-year old granddaughter when she found a stool, climbed up on it and reached into the top drawer of my lingerie chest. I only figured out she did it when I saw hatpins on the carpet. Yikes!
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That’s priceless, could have been painful too! Yikes indeed!
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Not fair. These were the words we utter most as kids. Merry Christmas to you and yours.
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So true, nothing was fair when we were kids! Have a lovely Christmas, Nancy.
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Laughing.
Merry whatsit, old chum!
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Happt doo-dah, dear boy!
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And to you, my friend.
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Such is simple words and yet it makes such an amazing read… like a song! Well written!
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LOL reminds me of my two boys when they were little.
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Wow! An amazing poetry. Vivid shows the challenges encountered by the persona upon her will.
Hails for the poem
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