Gah.. HUMBUG
marmottwo.bsky.social
Gah.. HUMBUG
@marmottwo.bsky.social
No phone calls since 1975. Dont call me, I won't call you. Answers in an email. Likes may go up as well as down. Amateur poet of no merit
Epileptic and annoyingly woke, Cooperator, not a single but a return. Thanks for reaching out.
I hope the crew have an advanced evacuation procedure, before the world's most effective torpedo turns up.
November 16, 2025 at 5:18 PM
After the flood had drained away
The path is covered in mud,
Remains of autumn's decay,
And a tide line of last leave's final display.
#MPPrompt
November 15, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Thanks, I looked for orange legs, and couldn't hear their squawking.
November 15, 2025 at 3:13 PM
Those birds?
November 15, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Following my idea, a Chinese girl came along,
But at a remote stop, she wanted to look out,
I told her not, then the doors slammed shut, and there she was left in the storm, miles from home,
I'll never know what happened next!
November 15, 2025 at 2:43 PM
And now we have the wind.
November 14, 2025 at 11:13 AM
For those that survive there is the exit slope, gravel and grass, toes in tight, try not to look between your heels, the drop too steep to be a solution.
November 13, 2025 at 8:00 PM
Gripping the rock, and
Convinced there is no way forward and discover there is neither a way back.
Cajoling drags them forward to stretch in the hope of a secure reach.
November 13, 2025 at 7:59 PM
The ground below where endeavours have ended.
Then the 'difficult step'
Where some come to a stop,
November 13, 2025 at 7:58 PM
progress can only be made by shuffling on the posterior,
Shoes having lost their grip behind,
An obvious hollow on the right is the fatal 'usual spot'
November 13, 2025 at 7:57 PM
And The protruding edge rises to meet them.
Rock polished by previous fools ,
Is indeed granite sharp,
November 13, 2025 at 7:56 PM
If only you knew
That the altar
Is set up
By a volunteer
Whose other job
tests the sound system
And leave it ready for the vicar
If only you knew
If only you knew
That someone else
Places the silk bookmarks
On Sunday's chapters
Puts leaflets in the pews
If only you knew
PS:noone tastes the wine
November 9, 2025 at 6:10 PM
Bigger than us, everyone
Following on, to the Wellfare
Green grass, games, stalls and 'bonnie babys, well fed, and quiet for a moment.
November 9, 2025 at 5:27 PM