"Pit-Pat Waddle-Pat"

Ever written something in a fit of genius that lasts with you for ages and ages and will probably still run through your head at random till you are old and senile?

"In rubber boots you're free to wade

Through puddle and through creek;

In rubbers you're invincible,

Excepting when they leak."


That's this little quatrain for me. <3

Inkpen Poetry Day: "Ink-Spatters"

"Ink-Spatters"

By Rachel Heffington

I'm a poetess, an authoress, a gal of story-tell

And I haven't all the fashion of a perfect Southern Belle

And I mayn't be the prettiest or smartest in the land

But I've got a world inside a world inside of my right hand.

Oh I've only got to grasp a pen and all my dreams spill out

Like a tea-pot with an inky-rinky-dinky sort of spout.

I have children by the droves and a husband with a nib

And my baby wears an inky-spotted, blotting-sanded bib.

I am Queen and I am regent, I am rogue and I am cad

And these tumble out my finger-tips onto a paper pad.

Yes I wield enormous power over characters and plot

And my duties: they are many,  and my worries: they're a lot.

But I wouldn't change a bit of it--no, not a single line

For I think that being Authoress is really rather fine.

So I'll keep my ink and paper and my ratchy-scratchy pen

And I'll scribble out my stories till I come upon The End.

Inkpen Poetry Day: "The Conquistador's Lament""

To make you laugh...

"The Conquistador's Lament"

 By Rachel Heffington

"Oh, to have a seniorita

Waiting for me in my casa

As the sun of dear Hispania

Speeds me home-a, fast an' fasta'

And to have the seniorita

say 'twas me her heart was for-a...

I would give all of my galleons

For a girl who I adore-a.

But I'm lone and lorn and wasted

In this colony in Flor'da

With not a single lady

Who would dare to cross the borda'.

I have doubloons by the thousands

And jewels by the score-a,

But I'd throw it in the ocean

For one girl who I'd adore-a.

I would tear my silken waistcoat

And rend my lace cravat-a

And burst my diamond buttons

If I thought 'twould help the matta'

But it's useless-truly useless

For the dreary thing is sure-a:

America has pinned me

And there's no one to adore-a!"