Day 8 of 100 Pleats ……Flowers, an ‘Indian Summer’ and a Silly Poem about Boating

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Here we are at the beginning of Week 2  of the 100 Pleats Challenge ……..Day 8 ……. and the weather forecasters tell us that the UK is due to bask in an ‘Indian Summer’ for the next week or two.

So, here I am, with flowers in my hair again …….in readiness for this spell of sunshine.

An  ‘Indian Summer’  is an unseasonably warm and dry spell, which occurs anytime from late September to November. People often, mistakenly think the ‘Indian’ part refers to the Continent of India ……..But they couldn’t be more wrong.

The phrase is actually from North America and refers to the American ‘Indians’ or ….more correctly ….the Native Americans and it describes the warm, autumn days when they hunted in preparation for the winter months.

Also, the term is often used to suggest a time or act that apparently seems strong and decisive ….but is really only an imitation of actual strength ……………….

Oh ……………whatever …………….lets not analyse it …………..lets just enjoy it while it lasts !

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If we do get some nice weather ….perhaps you will be out and about …..like the people in this rather silly poem

PERIL ON THE HIGH SEAS

I was feeling some elation,
We were nearing our salvation,
Though the beach still seemed a hundred miles away.
We were bruised and we were battered,
To be frank, we both were knackered
And had doubted we would make it through the day.

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We had clambered up on board,
With a veritable hoard
Of life-preservers, sheets and cleats and charts.
Because, crazy it may seem,
We had both harboured a dream
To leave these shores and sail to foreign parts.

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But, instead of gently sailing,
I had spent the whole day baling,
‘Cos I’m sure the boat had, somehow, sprung a leak.
I could not see the pleasure
In drowning, at my leisure.
Though I’m sorry if that makes me sound a freak.

……………………………………………
The wind had not abated.
We really should have waited,
Before attempting such a voyage as this.
We were not such able sailors,
Used to trawlers and huge whalers.
Though Ben still relives the time he caught a fish !

……………………………………………..
The water was so choppy,
That Ben’s hands became all floppy.
And he lost an oar and round and round we went.
I tried to reach the oar,
But it drifted to the shore
Even though I pushed and pulled till I was spent.

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On a big yacht, sat two hotties,
Wearing sunhats shaped like potties
And a haughty, costive sneer upon their lips.
So, though our listing was alarming,
I cried in tones, quite charming,
“Should we abandon ship, before it tips ?”

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The relief made my brow sweaty
When we made it, to the jetty
And, exhaustedly, I commented to Ben,
” This boating, I’m not hearting,
Next time, let’s try karting !”
And the man called ” Time’s up! Come in number ten!”

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This was originally written for a Countdown Word Game and had to include the following words;

ELATION, NEARING, PUSHED, RELIVES, HEARTING, HOARD, COSTIVE, ABATED, BRUISED,POTTIES.

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About rosiewrites2

Growing old, disgracefully and enjoying every minute.
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3 Responses to Day 8 of 100 Pleats ……Flowers, an ‘Indian Summer’ and a Silly Poem about Boating

  1. Rockleigh says:

    Loved the boating poem, and enjoying every moment of the “Indian Summer” that we are blessed with.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Love the flowers in your hair, and today’s poem is brilliant! Really made me chuckle !

    Liked by 1 person

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