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The Saturday Shed: Blowing Hot and Cold

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Tales from the Saturday Shed: The prompt this week is SNOW.
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A curious old woman from Glasgow
Ordered whisky with a dash of Tabasco
She knocked back a shot
Cried by golly that’s hot
And spent the rest of the night eating snow

The Saturday Shed: The Lying Witch in the Wardrobe

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Tales from the Saturday Shed: The prompt this week is WITCH.
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There’s a lying witch in my wardrobe
Who tells me how lovely I look
How that colour suits me
How slim I am

But the mirror tells a different tale:
You look like a bag of laundry
Skinny jeans with that arse!
Don’t make me sick

Mendacity or veracity
How do I dare to leave the house?
The voice of the witch wins
And glass shatters

The Saturday Shed: Lotto Blotto

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Tales from the Saturday Shed: The prompt this week is CASH.
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The day her lucky numbers won a ton of cash
Delia celebrated with a night on the lash
She spent so much lottery
It left her quite tottery
And next morning they found her passed out in the trash

The Saturday Shed: The Ballad of Grady O’Hare

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Tales from the Saturday Shed: The prompt this week is PARASITE.
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Grady O’Hare
Sits on a chair
And combs his hair
He wears a flappy flare
But he just don’t care
‘Cos he’s Grady O’Hare!

Grady O’Hare
Wrestled a bear
Down in his lair
He did it for a dare
Then ate the bear rare
‘Cos he’s Grady O’Hare

Grady O’Hare
Hear our prayer
A shame he wasn’t aware
If he’d cooked his rare bear
This wouldn’t be the end of Grady O’Hare