Edward

Just out of sight of paddock-mates

And smuggled over barbed-wire fence,

A fortune's worth of apples pass

Between his curled-back lips and teeth.

This halved and quartered haul belies

His stunted frame and jester's gait,

And shows his drove that they can keep

Their plaited manes and fancy ways,

As when the weekend comes they see

That it's the clown who wins the crowd.

 

I'm a bit late posting this one up... and I was bit late finishing it too. Suffice to say I found it really hard this week.

Broccoli

This was the title for the first week - before I decided to make this a blog. If you want to have a go at it you can do two this one too this week.

Here's my effort:

 

An area the size of Wales, some say,

Shelf-stacked, cellophaned, and best-befored;

Al dente trunks submitting to the axe

And saw of knife and fork, pruned then felled,

Deforestation wreaked at supper-time.