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Half-Century Celebration

500 downloads of my book.
But how many folk
actually took a look…?

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Yesterday, someone was the 500th person to download a copy of Wholly Man (ignore the lonesome ‘2’ – they were my two accidental downloads when I was testing it worked). It was quite exciting for me! When I uploaded it in January, I hoped for about 200 downloads by the end of the year, so I’m thrilled.

But I can’t help wondering: does anyone actually read it? I suspect it’s one of those documents that people download and mean to read, but never get around to it.

Sshh! I won’t tell if you won’t….

If you’re new here and didn’t know about it, here’s a link: https://poetryfluff.wordpress.com/free-download/

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*UPDATE*

Haha! I might be good at tempting strangers into downloading my work, but I’m rubbish at numbers. A half-century is, of course, 50, and not 500 😀

So this poem should be called ‘Half-Millennium Celebration’.

Doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, though; does it?

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A Warning

This is a repost from last year but, with the holiday season almost upon us, I felt it was worth reiterating (to myself).

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There is no sincerer love than the love of food
~ George Bernard Shaw

Loving food
is fine
if tempered
with restraint.

But if
it ain’t,
it ain’t.

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An Ode To WordPress, The Object Of My Affliction

This poem was written back in 2014, when I blogged as The Laughing Housewife. In those days, WordPress strongly encouraged its bloggers to blog and – once the novelty of blogging had worn off and I all I felt was guilt if I didn’t post something – I strenuously resisted. And by ‘strenuously resisted’ I mean, ‘wrote a bad poem which I’m pretty sure no WordPress Employee ever read’.

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When I do not write
You prompt me to
Bloggers not blogging
Reflects badly on you

When I do write
You spy on me
I must object
Tremendously

But let’s be fair
This ode is crap
Are you really sure
You want me back?

22/11/22

twenty-two-eleven-twenty-two
a palindrome date
well that’s nothing new
we have such things
twelve times a year
don’t know why I thought it
a good idea
to write a poem
to mark this event
my brow is furrowed
my pen is bent
this one was tough
my brain is dust
and so I must
expectations adjust
I refuse to write for you
a palindrome rhyme
that scourge of life
that waste of time
that cause of strife
on twenty-second December twenty-twenty-two