Sunday, 18 May 2014

Sunday's child rewrites the tune

so I deviate from the old rhyme because it doesn't fit with modern children.
The traditional lyrics
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.     

My Lyrics

    Monday's child is very good looking
    Tuesday's child juggles work and cooking

    Wednesday's child worries too much
    Thursday's child has a plane to catch

    Friday's child is generous and kind
    Saturday's child has an axe to grind

    The child born on Sunday is best ‘cause they got it all and they get to rest.

I suspect it needs some revision :)

the 38 week challenge on FB has been somewhat neglected by me lately but today I wrote a piece for the theme Abstract (week 11)

Belonging   wc 398
They asked me to join their club. I wanted to join a club. I thought I needed to belong to one. I took a look at its practices and saw so many ugly things and bizarre actions I said ‘hey you can’t really think it’s okay to do all those things? You wouldn’t get away with that in another club’ They shrugged and told me their leader sanctioned their actions and anyone who belonged to other clubs was fooling themselves. I said ‘no thanks’ and backed away quickly. Another lot asked me to join their club and I took a look at their history and vision statement. The things they thought were okay made my skin crawl. I said ‘what makes you think you will attract people to your club with that sort of thing going on?’ and they said anyone who didn’t like their club was not worth knowing so I said ‘no thanks I’d rather be not worth knowing.’ Another club approached me for funds for their annual drive. I gave them the change from my pocket and I went to their clubroom a few times to see if they lived up to their spiel. I didn’t go for long. The supporters had two faces and they said anyone not in their club was sad and lost. The last club I looked at seemed okay at first but they were a bit aloof and often dismissive of all the other clubs because they believed their practices were the only ones worth practicing and the other clubs were full of idiots. I didn’t join that club either although they were the only one that didn’t tell me to follow the rules without questioning them.
I wanted a club, a community, people with a similar outlook to hang around with but I couldn’t find one that would take responsibility for their actions. I saw a lot of them making excuses and playing linguistic acrobatics worthy of the great trapeze artists or referring to their constitution as the ultimate guide to all things to justify outrageous play.
 I finally decided I would have to make my own club. I have an A4 page with my vision and mission statement and my protocols and procedures written in crayon in bright colours and blue tacked on the wardrobe door. So far there is one paid up ticket holding member. Me. 

okay I am off to get my protagonist out of a dark corner...