Sometimes I Sits And Thinks...

and sometimes I just sits...and sometimes, I wander Blogland and learn odd things...like on THIS POST (click to read it for yourself) where I found a challenge I couldn't resist. So here is my very first attempt at a Rondolet.


When love grows cold
don't mourn its passing, but reflect,
when love grows cold,
a different story may be told.
Let Cupid's arrow not deflect!
View not its piercings with regret
when love grows cold.

Umbrella Sucide?

Many clear raindrops

fall onto dead umbrella.

Blood drips from its spokes.

I'm afraid the prompt on this week's Mapie Tales set my warped sense of humour in motion! 

Sorry, Tess!