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Creature of the Flushed Lagoon - mag 151




©Shers Gallagher 2013

You HATE pink,
stretching it beyond its limitation
and fitting it like the rebel you are 
of woolly BVDS.
I knitted you the sweater,
calling it maroon. 
But what a comfy form you've made it,
toasting yourself 
'creature of the flushed lagoon'. 

Aisling Books - Magpie Tales

Comments

  1. Hahaha - such clever word play! Love it!

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  2. That is a creature of the flushed lagoon! Maroon's a bit of a stretch.

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  3. TY, Mary.

    She thought so too when she was knitting it, Theresa. But will and desire often usurp reality. ;-)

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  4. that definitely is a creature of the flushed lagoon...

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  5. Oh you made me giggle! thanks-

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  6. Sharp, clever, tres - as Voltaire used to say - amusant.

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  7. Great place to hide..in a pink lagoon..wonderful imagination!

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  8. Well (ahem!) I personally might have chosen a color to fit my own personality--BLACK?--grin!
    You created perfectly-fitting words for the prompt. Shers, you are STILL "good" as
    always and forever....
    PEACE!

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  9. You took something that was flushed and elevated it with life and colour, isnt that the highest good ?

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  10. LOL......I could tuck myself nicely away in this when the footie's on TV!

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  11. Nothing wrong with being a rebel so long as you`re crocheted up!!

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