Category: Music

This is my response to this week’s Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were challenged to:

Write something which uses fruits or vegetables as a metaphor.

When my brother was in on a racket,
Crossed a mobster he swindled a packet,
But went red as a beetroot,
When he saw his concrete boots,
And found fifty lead weights in his jacket.

This one was harder than I first thought. I actually set the prompt, but I never start thinking about a response until the prompt is live. I saw one or two fruit responses yesterday, so I tried desperately to think of a vegetable.

And I presume beetroot is a vegetable, isn’t it? In any case, it is one of my bete noir foods, guaranteed to make me wretch on sight. I’ve hated it since I was a child, when my parents used to buy that pickled beetroot which oozes bright purple. Ugggh. Double uggggh. It’s right up there with celery, I’m afraid.

For the rhyme, I had the delightful idea of someone from Yemen, taking a bite from an unripe lemon, going red as a beetroot, who should have chosen a sweet fruit… But alas I couldn’t think of a last line. I’ll have to keep that one on the backburner. It’s bound to come to me as soon as I hit “publish”.

And my very first thought, I must admit, was the immortal Prince.

This is my response to this week’s Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we are asked to:

What would you like to learn in 2022?

As we’re heralding in the New Year,
There’s one skill above all I hold dear,
Not to dress up in style,
Run a four-minute mile,
I’d just settle for lim’ricks that rhyme.

Brilliant song this week, KK. Love Dinah.

I thought this limerick, slightly modified, might also fit this week’s Flashback Track Friday challenge, where we are asked to:

Write about an inventive murder.

A purveyor of canine cuisine,
My best friend got pushed into machine,
He was chopped up and ground,
Then deliciously browned,
And once cooked, turned the dog food bright green.

Any advance on being minced?

First published 10 December, 2020.

Happy New Year, everyone. All I can say is that I hope 2022 is better for you than for this guy!

This is my response to this week’s Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we are asked to:

Write about an inventive murder.

A long-suffering woman called Betty,
For protection, kept two-foot machete,
When her husband got frisky,
Didn’t realise how risky,
‘t‎il she shredded him fine, like confetti.

What a way to go – sliced and diced! Happy New Year.

This is my response to this week’s Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we are asked:

What Christmas tradition do you wish had lasted?

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This is my response to this week’s Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we are asked to:

Share a song you like which has featured in a movie.

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