Piece of Hustlin art #17
Yes and a yummy easter dinner to you too, George.
I agree … it is a bit shameless to be hustling on Easter Sunday.
Sigh … Hard times call for hard tactics.
That’s 17 so far let loose out in the market with 7 to go.
None struck your fancy yet I guess.
Best of luck to you too, George.
When thoughts get stuck … Spraw …
Spraw! Spraw! Spraw!
Errrrr … No George … I haven’t a touch of the croup … Buckleys? No thanks, George … No … Neither am I feeling a wee bit feverish …
… Slavonian grebe? … Colymbus auritus? … George, Are you changing the subject or has the fever taken control?
Newfoundland? What Newfoundland friends, George? When were you ever in Newfoundland? Spraw-foot? Colymbus auritus back in the fifties? … What are you going on about, George?
No, George, I will not apologise. I consider spraw to be a perfectly fine word.
Well George … I really don’t care if it doesn’t appear in … George, don’t even consider heaving that dictionary.
And stop spitting. Please
Don’t bother me George … Go talk to someone who cares.
What do you mean? Surely someone cares!
Spraw-Fest? Which Spraw-Fest
Competition? Why would we worry about competition? May does have 31 days you know … Plenty of days for everyone to share. Besides … We are all in this together, George, one big boatload of Spraw-nics as my Grand-papa might have said.
So if you know anyone looking into other Spraw-Fests in May … Check this one.
June? Looking for a June Spraw event?
An August Spraw-Fest? Would you make up your mind George … Ok August then.
Stand Up Spraw? Nope. Never heard of such a thing. Sound peculiar to you, George?
Then there is Gypsy Spraw
And more Gypsy Spraw
Know something, George? This might just be the Year of the Spraw … Would you just take a look at all the Spraw Music happening!
Behind what borders, George? Spraw has no borders … Hmmmm might almost call it Spraw Without Borders
The Good Friday
The year returns
Of childhood innocence
Whatever it was
Every good C child
That singular Friday
The choking smoke
Swinging in time
Following the apparition
There but for prayers
Then the third day
All the pastel shades
Hope, joy, anticipation
Flowered straw helmet
Or scanty feathered bandeau
Perched or nestled
Above or within
Those fresh-sprawed nests
As new shoes
Carried them off
For an hour
Of ancient theatre
Then back again
To homely ham.
Days and weeks
Reminders melt away
Garish stone reminders
That cleaning time
Was most successful
One more paid civic holiday