I am updating my author bio and have read any prizes won should be included. Recently, this photo of the lovely Jean Mills was a fun assignment in our writing group for poems, stories or caption. I was awarded a tin of pineapple for my little effort.
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Pineapples were her favourite food
It didn’t matter what her moodShe wanted a bird in a gilded cage
It didn’t matter what its age
But where to get that lovely bird?
She wasn’t going to be deterredYellow was the chosen hue
She wouldn’t settle for a blue.
And so, to the store she went
But found all her cash was spentIt had gone on buying her favourite fruit
She thought her bird idea so beaut
A feathered friend to sing to her
Will only be a silent blurNow she gazes at an empty coop
With its lovely golden hoop
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