Being Lara is out NEXT WEEK…!

….. And to celebrate I’m giving away a few copies to anyone who writes the best poem,  posted here  in the comments section of my Blog.

Doesn’t have to be long. A few lines will do – whatever you like. BUT nothing X Rated, political or littered with swear words (as IF you would!).  Oh and the poem must include the following

  • POTATOES

  • SOCKS

  • RED BUS

  • CUPCAKES

Yes, they are a bit random, but should make for a fun read…

Happy Writing!!

Winner announced soon – so get them in NOW!

 

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  • Rosemary Dun
    March 11, 2012

    You must never bake your cupcakes
    from potatoes or from socks,
    cupcakes are made from sugar mountains,
    pink soda lakes, fairy frocks.

    You can eat them on a red bus,
    hit the sweet spot in your tum.
    They’re naughty and they’re nicey –
    crumbly scrumbly yummy yum! … Mmmm …

    (I’ll try another one later xxx)

    • lola
      March 11, 2012

      That’s BRILLIANT! I think I want a cupcake now…

  • Rosemary Dun
    March 11, 2012

    Potatoes gather in the dark,
    They’re shy and earthy tubers.
    Cupcakes cluster on cake stand,
    Bright as fiesta-time in Cuba.

    But socks, well socks are fickle things
    They just won’t stay in pairs
    One always makes a break for it
    To catch a red bus to Broadstairs.

  • Rosemary Dun
    March 11, 2012

    Oh ‘eck I don’t quite like that last line – should be …

    WHERE’S THAT OTHER SOCK?

    Potatoes gather in the dark,
    They’re shy and earthy tubers.
    Cupcakes cluster on cake stand,
    Bright as fiesta-time in Cuba.

    But socks, well socks are fickle things
    They just won’t stay in pairs
    One always makes a break for it
    Catch a red bus to Broadstairs.

    • lola
      March 11, 2012

      Loving these, keep ’em coming folks!!

  • Tallulah Scribbles
    March 11, 2012

    As I put on my socks and laced up my smock
    I headed to the kitchen – straight to the icebox
    I opened the door to major heartbreak
    There wasn’t enough stuff for a sweet to bake
    Oh what mistake
    Oh how could this be?
    No fruitcake, no cheesecake, no cupcakes for me
    Just potatoes, milk and brown lettuce
    That ingredients list drove me to cuss
    I ran down the street to catch a red bus
    I decided to just buy a sweet at Bakers-R-Us

    • lola
      March 11, 2012

      Brilliant. Oh these entries are making things hard for me…

  • p black
    March 18, 2012

    If we were potatoes, we would be white within
    And our outsides would be a brown dirty skin
    Our shapes would be odd and round
    And we would come from the ground
    If I was a bus I would be red and long
    With many seats for potatoes to take a trip on
    This red bus will travel very far
    On roads with only a blue car
    I’ll take you here and there, 
    I’ll take you everywhere
    If I were socks, I could be worn on your feet
    I would bring you comfort and warm you with heat
    If we were cupcakes, we will taste oh so good
    Our flavors are bold, bright, and the colors of our soul
    Green, yellow, purple, pure as gold
    I’m not those things at all, that I want to be
    Just a large black mass of darkness, waiting, waiting, waiting, to be.

    • lola
      March 20, 2012

      This is GREAT! I will be making a decision REALLY soon… 🙂

  • p black
    March 18, 2012

    If we were potatoes, we would be white within
    And our outsides would be a brown dirty skin
    Our shapes would be odd and round
    And we would come from the ground
    If I was a bus I would be red and long
    With many seats for potatoes to take a trip on
    This red bus will travel very far
    On roads with only a blue car
    I’ll take you here and there, 
    I’ll take you everywhere
    If I were socks, I could be worn on your feet
    I would bring you comfort and warm you with heat
    If we were cupcakes, we will taste oh so good
    Mmm, mmm just like they should
    Our flavors are bold, bright, and the colors of our soul
    Green, yellow, purple, pure as gold
    I’m not those things at all, that I want to be
    Just a large black mass of darkness, waiting, waiting, waiting, to be.

  • Jeffy
    March 22, 2012

    She Likes No Fuss. (By Jeffy S.)

    She likes no muss, no fuss,
    And she doesn’t like it when things are fake
    she doesn’t care if it’s a blue bus or a red bus,
    As long as it has four wheels and runs.

    She likes no muss or fuss,
    And she doesn’t care if her socks match
    Being herself is what she’s all about
    And who doesn’t like a little bit of mismatch?

    She doesn’t like it when people fuss
    over how many calories-cupcakes have,
    In fact, I’ve seen how she likes digging into the crusts
    Of crispy potato snacks.


    Thank you!! 😀 ,( i had fun.)

    • lola
      March 23, 2012

      Oh these are all too good. How can I decide? Closing the competition VERY soon….