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28th November

MOJO

In a break from my normal Friday blogette… a bit of a spontaneous five minute poem, prompted by that post being unwell, and looking after other unwell ones,  feeling, where the old mojo appears to have gone walk about, and also sparked by a twitter conversation.

MOJO

My mojo is a bran flake
down the back of the settee.
Soft and kind of wrinkly
and definitely past its best I want to

leave it there,

push it back,

find another more appealing.
But when I reach my hand in,
I find another.
I have two bran flake mojos.

Heavens! What to do?
And how many more are there?
And how come there are two?

I feed one to my dog
and nibble on the other,
making a note on my pink lip post-it…
next time, make it a frostie.

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8 responses to “28th November”

  1. Julia Munroe Martin avatar
    Julia Munroe Martin

    soooo funny! LOVE it!

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  2. Abi Burlingham avatar
    Abi Burlingham

    ha ha! Thank you, glad you like it Julia

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  3. kez avatar
    kez

    see your Mojo was just hiding ! take it with milk !

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    1. Abi Burlingham avatar
      Abi Burlingham

      Too late – it’s gone. Next time will have cold milk ready 😉

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  4. Emma Pass avatar
    Emma Pass

    Ha ha! Wonderful! Remind me to have a hunt down the back of the sofa next time my mojo goes walkabout (don’t think there’s even a bran flake down there, though – just a few Hound hairs!).

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  5. Abi Burlingham avatar
    Abi Burlingham

    *whispers… I have those too* 😀 Glad you liked!

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  6. wendylyth avatar
    wendylyth

    I am laughing as I type I am laughing. Excellent work Mrs B 10/10

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  7. Abi Burlingham avatar
    Abi Burlingham

    Why thank you kindly. You’ll be pleased to know that I have managed to hold on to my mojo since discovering it. At least the next time it disappears I’ll know where to look for it 😉

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