How I have time to write poetry and still eat lots of chocolate

An appropriate name for a handy form of poetry which you can write but still have lots of time for doing other things because it only consists of two words 

Terse
Verse


What I do after six hours in town desperately searching for an original present for a male relative and have lost the will to live and no longer care that it's what everyone else will get him, too

Buy
Tie

The result of spending too much time eating chocolates and cakes and biscuits and puddings and not enough time working out in the gym

Bigger
Figure


What I got when I accidentally put my sleeping tablets in Rover’s food bowl instead of worming tablets

Groggy
Doggy
A description of the feelings of a pet bird when its cage door has been left slightly open by mistake and the family cat is approaching

Wary
Canary

A poem about a guy who sits in the corner of the pub drinking only lemonade but insists on repeating funny stories everyone has heard before

Anecdotal
Teetotal

The most difficult thing to be doing in the middle of the night when you got to bed late anyway and now desperately need to get back to sleep because you’ve got a busy day tomorrow

Ignoring
Snoring




Comments

  1. Mark Kerstetter5/2/10 17:19

    When-I've-fried-my-eyeballs-in-front-of-the-pc-so-long-I-can't-think-anymore-but-I-wanna-leave-a-comment-on-Miss's-post-before-I-say-nite-nite:

    Wit
    Quit

    (or does 'quit-wit' sound better? sheesh)

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  2. Sharon5/2/10 20:30

    Your mind is a marvelous thing!

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  3. Martin6/2/10 00:43

    This could catch on you know. But in order to make it work properly, with minimal effort on your part, you'll always need to have your chocolate within easy reach.

    Handy
    Candy

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  4. Fran Hill6/2/10 02:28

    Both sound good, Mark. How long did it take you to do all those hyphens? That must have fried your eyeballs even more.

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  5. Fran Hill6/2/10 02:29

    It's just as well, Sharon. You should see the body.

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  6. Fran Hill6/2/10 02:30

    Martin - ha ha! Yes, good one. 'Handy candy' is my life motto. Thanks for joining in the fun.

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  7. rachel6/2/10 02:54

    Very good.

    Now that you've read 'Gigi', try some of Colette's other works. 'Cheri' is a real weepie, but only for those who aren't as hard as nails, of course! And don't watch the (very beautiful) film till you've read the book, because it couldn't capture the nuances. But do watch the film afterwards. The clothes! The hats! The old harridans!

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  8. Fran Hill6/2/10 07:10

    Rachel - thanks for the recommendation. I will look out for 'Cheri'. But I am, indeed, as hard as nails. Not much makes me cry, apart from chocolate famines.

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  9. Lesley6/2/10 07:12

    One of my favorite bloggers who is always coming up with original ideas, often involving chocolate, olives and/or buses:

    This
    Miss

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  10. Fran Hill6/2/10 07:15

    Thanks, Lesley - I really like this game, where everyone feels they have to do a terse verse in their comment. It's fun.

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  11. Caz7/2/10 01:40

    Oh, how I identify with that last one!

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  12. Mike7/2/10 02:39

    Sorry Miss, I'm really busy so I haven't read this blog properly yet. I think I took it all in though.

    Chance
    glance.

    Speed
    read.

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  13. Friko7/2/10 04:38

    Reading Miss?
    Sheer bliss!

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  14. Fran Hill7/2/10 05:38

    Caz - there's a heartfelt cry if ever I heard one ...

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  15. Fran Hill7/2/10 05:39

    Two for the price of one, Mike. Impressive!

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  16. Fran Hill7/2/10 05:39

    Okay, so if we're getting away from the two-word rule ...

    Reading Friko
    Cheers up the week - oh!

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  17. Jinksy7/2/10 08:18

    What's the best result from reading a lovely post like this one?

    Laughter
    After

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  18. Fran Hill7/2/10 08:34

    Hi Jinksy - thanks for your comment, and for following, and for joining in the terse verse thing.

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  19. Jayne7/2/10 09:25

    What happens when you read this lovely post and are contemplating a tea of chocolate rather than anything substantial?

    Sinner
    Dinner

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  20. Fran Hill7/2/10 11:14

    Ah, Jayne, I know those kinds of sinner dinners very well!

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  21. Rachel8/2/10 12:07

    Hm. It's either that I'm so far from creative that I can't possibly come up with two words that rhyme. Or ... it's that I've had sporadic sleep cycles for the past week ... either way I'm still in baby heaven. I'll try to come up with something rhyming later. It might be weeks from now.

    And then I've spent another 5 minutes trying to find something clever to rhyme with late ...

    I'm glad that you loved the video. I do too ... and cry everytime I see it! :)

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  22. Fran Hill8/2/10 12:46

    Hi, Little Miss (now Little Mum ..) - don't worry. You don't have

    Rhyme
    Time

    with a little baby to look after. Yes, I loved your video. And your site gave me my inspiration for the next blog post .....

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  23. broken biro9/2/10 02:31

    You do make me laugh! This reminds me of my 'Love song for the first engineer of the Starship Enterprise'
    I'm potty
    For Scotty

    which never really took off, strangely

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  24. Fran Hill9/2/10 09:54

    brokenbiro, that's outrageous. Do people not know talent when they see it? Myself, I was more in love with a little dog that used to have a programme of his own.

    I'm hot
    For Spot

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  25. The Japanese Student15/2/10 14:36

    Groggy Doggy! I can't believe it's taken you this long to remember these.

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