Fireworks - Description

The fireworks were awesome. They exploded with enigma like sudden supernovas. My greedy eyes gorged the glorious green and glowing gold. Resplendent red ribbons, vehement violet and searing silver streaks also occupied my ocular sense of sight like a 3-Dimensional film. Big, bright, beautiful starbursts, cartwheeling Catherine wheels and magical multicoloured sparks bedazzled Niagara Falls on the Hill. What a wonderful and whimsical way to celebrate the forever flowing waterfall!

Gruyere by the campfire - Poem

My fresh firewood should soon burn. 

Hungry flames should twist and turn. 

Flaming gold and fiery red. 

Hot enough to bake my bread, 

and melt my glorious gruyere, 

while I’m letting down my hair. 

After being slow and steady, 

my campfire is now ready. 

Who cares if they brand me a sleaze. 

I’ll still gorge my bread and cheese.

Confessions of a Fed Up Christmas Hostess - Poem

Alas, Christmas day at last starts.

It should gift me happiness and hope,

but soon, guests will gobble the food then give off farts.

I sometimes wonder why I even cope.

 

These ungrateful guests whine and whinge.

They think my wine is not divine and my carols make them cringe.

Once stuffed with food, they will all soundly snooze,

because in that rich figgy pudding, I bumped up the booze.

 

I sincerely pray that they all slay the beast.

Once the Creature is downed, they will be snoring.

I can chirp along to cheesy carols after tonight’s feast,

as sleeping guests cannot belittle my carol choice as boring.