Tuesday, January 22, 2013

CDXLVIII - Sticky Buns


Magpie Tales had the above photo as a prompt.


Sticky Buns

“Come on” he said and took her hand
“I’ll show you a sweet place,
Where spiders spin their webs from gold
And dreams are spun from lace.
It’s true!  I wouldn’t lie to you!
Behold the fabled wishing tree!
And, when we’re safe back from that land,
There’s sticky buns for tea!

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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33 comments:

  1. How sweet this is dear J Cosmo.
    xoxoxo ♡

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  2. Awwwww, this poem is as sweet as those sticky buns!

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  3. In the world we live in today, one might suspect this to be a line to lure someone. But I think I would rather enjoy in innocence at face value, and say what a lovely thought you have penned!

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    1. I'm shocked! Well, not really. I did briefly ponder that but optened to go with the clean and pure line.

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  4. an afternoon of adventure in fantastic fictions is ever so appealing

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  5. Very sweet and not at all sticky.

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  6. This brings to mind, painfully, how such innocence is lost...

    I loved this reminder of a world, we have to bring back desperately.

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  7. I put a positive, sweet spin on your poem ...

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  8. The offerings come in many forms and they usually follow one after the other! Nicely Cosmo!

    Hank

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  9. Delightful piece of writing...

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  10. With lashings of butter and jam-very Enid Blyton!
    And very lovely, the imagination of children.

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    1. I'd clot some cream, if you asked.

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    2. In your haybox?
      Thanks, but I'll take the supermarket variety :)

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    3. Pffft! Cheeky possum! No, clotted properly, the way my Granny taught me. Once eaten, never forgotten.

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  11. what a treat this little number is. spiderwebs spun of gold and sticky buns...how could you go wrong.

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  12. Like your sense of humor ~

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  13. Little Aussie boys don't talk like that... more like Christopher Robin or Teatime at Tweedledee Terrace with Paddington Bear:) Charming poem though. I'm popping round for pink iced sticky buns with lashings of butter (no jam) and tea
    (twinings english breakfast)

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    1. Sorry about that. But, then, over time, a lot of people have said I am more English than Australian. The bodies have never been found.

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  14. OK Peregrine Worsthorne....I'll believe you:)

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    1. A journalist! Oh, foulest of insults!

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    2. Yes but an English eccentric who is rumoured to wear a hair net:) Great name don't you think?

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    3. A great name? Absolutely! Conjures up all sorts of images.

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  15. i will come along for the sticky buns!!!! mmm....ha this ia playful verse....childhood...love it....

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  16. This is so good. I looked at this picture for ages but muse refused. Love the sticky fingers holding hands.

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  17. Simple, fresh and delightful. Reminds me so much of my own childhood and my cousins.

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  18. I enjoyed this. I wish I had made some tea. Maybe I will. :)

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  19. Charming! I want some, too!

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  20. I accidentally sat on some sticky buns once and I ended up with sticky buns!

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  21. This is cute and captures the childlike spirit so well!

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  22. spiders spin web from gold, how cool

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