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The Great Snowball Fight - no end date, moved from Pandora's Chaos |
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Nov 4 04, 06:01
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Mosaic Master
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This idea comes from Charon (Butch). :snowflake:
I'm sure from time to time, EVERYONE has received the 'SNOWBALL' email chain.
So... here goes an MM version:
You must add a stanza (or more) to THE GREAT SNOWBALL FIGHT below. Please copy the previous entry when you post yours, so the entire poem will be included each time an addition is made. Do NOT create a NEW TOPIC, just ADD REPLY to this thread.....
The beginning (from the email chain):
I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be I thought I’d keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head Then last night it ran away But first – it wet the bed.
Tag - you're it!
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Nov 4 04, 07:23
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Snowball
She comes this way most every day, so perfect for my plot. I am hidden behind a tree, a most fantastic spot.
I see her bright red coat and hat, I cock my arm to throw. I can’t wait to see her face, when blasted with the snow.
Snowball still firmly in my hand, frozen I’ll always be. For she was faster on the draw, nailed me at the tree.
Charon
Tag your it
Copyright Emerson H. Sollars November 2004 Posted as an unpublished work.
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Nov 5 04, 17:40
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Mosaic Master
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I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be I thought I’d keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head Then last night it ran away But first – it wet the bed.
She comes this way most every day, so perfect for my plot. I am hidden behind a tree, a most fantastic spot.
I see her bright red coat and hat, I cock my arm to throw. I cannot wait to see her face, when blasted with the snow.
A snowball firmly in my hand, frozen I’ll always be. For she was faster on the draw, and nailed me at the tree.
I made myself a snowball as packed as it could be, and then I hid behind the barn so no one there could see.
I waited for that perfect chance to aim and toss it at my foe, but in the end 'twas not to be it melted long before my throw....
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Nov 6 04, 03:37
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I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be I thought I’d keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head Then last night it ran away But first – it wet the bed.
She comes this way most every day, so perfect for my plot. I am hidden behind a tree, a most fantastic spot.
I see her bright red coat and hat, I cock my arm to throw. I cannot wait to see her face, when blasted with the snow.
A snowball firmly in my hand, frozen I’ll always be. For she was faster on the draw, and nailed me at the tree.
I made myself a snowball as packed as it could be, and then I hid behind the barn so no one there could see.
I waited for that perfect chance to aim and toss it at my foe, but in the end 'twas not to be it melted long before my throw....
The water tricked down my arm; completely soaked my mit. Annoyed, I tore off my hand, that sopping, soaking, sousing knit.
I ran back into the house, more warming gloves to find. my Mother, disapproving, said: what you needs's a tanned behind!
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(Sorry I just remembered that Richard Of York Gave Battle In Vain - but York was missing!)
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Nov 21 04, 17:23
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I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be I thought I’d keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head Then last night it ran away But first – it wet the bed.
She comes this way most every day, so perfect for my plot. I am hidden behind a tree, a most fantastic spot.
I see her bright red coat and hat, I cock my arm to throw. I cannot wait to see her face, when blasted with the snow.
A snowball firmly in my hand, frozen I’ll always be. For she was faster on the draw, and nailed me at the tree.
I made myself a snowball as packed as it could be, and then I hid behind the barn so no one there could see.
I waited for that perfect chance to aim and toss it at my foe, but in the end 'twas not to be it melted long before my throw....
The water tricked down my arm; completely soaked my mit. Annoyed, I tore off my hand, that sopping, soaking, sousing knit.
I ran back into the house, more warming gloves to find. my Mother, disapproving, said: what you needs's a tanned behind!
I made another extra large to rub in friend's smiling face forgot I'm wearing heated gloves for a snowball's chance in nether place
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Nov 22 04, 09:19
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I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be I thought I’d keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head Then last night it ran away But first – it wet the bed.
She comes this way most every day, so perfect for my plot. I am hidden behind a tree, a most fantastic spot.
I see her bright red coat and hat, I cock my arm to throw. I cannot wait to see her face, when blasted with the snow.
A snowball firmly in my hand, frozen I’ll always be. For she was faster on the draw, and nailed me at the tree.
I made myself a snowball as packed as it could be, and then I hid behind the barn so no one there could see.
I waited for that perfect chance to aim and toss it at my foe, but in the end 'twas not to be it melted long before my throw....
The water tricked down my arm; completely soaked my mit. Annoyed, I tore off my hand, that sopping, soaking, sousing knit.
I ran back into the house, more warming gloves to find. my Mother, disapproving, said: what you needs's a tanned behind!
I made another extra large to rub in friend's smiling face forgot I'm wearing heated gloves for a snowball's chance in nether place I made myself a huge snowball then one a smaller size I stuck the two with floury glue and gave it coaly eyes. a carrot nose and citrus ears a great big fruit peel smile with mum’s best scarf and granddad’s belt, dad’s bowler for a tile*
*Tile ~ Cockney slang for a hat = tile on a roof)
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Jan 9 05, 16:37
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I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be I thought I’d keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head Then last night it ran away But first – it wet the bed.
She comes this way most every day, so perfect for my plot. I am hidden behind a tree, a most fantastic spot.
I see her bright red coat and hat, I cock my arm to throw. I cannot wait to see her face, when blasted with the snow.
A snowball firmly in my hand, frozen I’ll always be. For she was faster on the draw, and nailed me at the tree.
I made myself a snowball as packed as it could be, and then I hid behind the barn so no one there could see.
I waited for that perfect chance to aim and toss it at my foe, but in the end 'twas not to be it melted long before my throw....
The water tricked down my arm; completely soaked my mit. Annoyed, I tore off my hand, that sopping, soaking, sousing knit.
I ran back into the house, more warming gloves to find. my Mother, disapproving, said: what you needs's a tanned behind!
I made another extra large to rub in friend's smiling face forgot I'm wearing heated gloves for a snowball's chance in nether place
I made myself a huge snowball then one a smaller size I stuck the two with floury glue and gave it coaly eyes. a carrot nose and citrus ears a great big fruit peel smile with mum’s best scarf and granddad’s belt, dad’s bowler for a tile*
One day the snow just called to me I thought I'd try again; create a snowball carefully... and try to ascertain
what made my snowball leave me so, without a goodbye kiss. perhaps the heat's not good for snow... I should have thought of this.
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Jan 9 05, 16:59
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Mosaic Master
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Tee hee!
What a great tile all!
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Sep 5 05, 08:37
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Snow in drifts of purest white had me plotting my snowball fight. I grabbed up handfulls and packed them down; making sure they were firm and round.
My stash of weapons grew and grew awaiting what I had to do. I built a fort to hide behind to make this target hard to find.
And now I wait in silent mode to toss at you the mother lode. So come and get it, won't you, please? If I'm here too long...I'm going to freeze !
Tag you're it !
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"...We are born into the world like a blank canvas and every person that crosses our path takes up the brush and makes their mark upon our surface. So it is that we develop. But we must realize there comes a day that we must take up the brush and finish the work. For only we can determine if we are to be just another painting or a masterpiece..." 1981 Javan (from the book " Meet Me Halfway" ) MM Award Winner
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Sep 5 05, 09:59
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Very good Marcia!
With your snowy avatar and reply to this one - you've reminded me that the Holidays are not far away!
I'll be back! ~Cleo
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Nov 12 05, 10:16
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Mosaic Master
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Thought I'd move this one from Pandora into the Acropolis...
TAG!
Let's start a NEW SNOWBALL Fight with Marcia's addition as Stanza 1...
Snow in drifts of purest white had me plotting my snowball fight. I grabbed up handfulls and packed them down; making sure they were firm and round.
My stash of weapons grew and grew awaiting what I had to do. I built a fort to hide behind to make this target hard to find.
And now I wait in silent mode to toss at you the mother load. So come and get it, won't you, please? If I'm here too long...I'm going to freeze !
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Nov 16 05, 06:39
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Snow in drifts of purest white had me plotting my snowball fight. I grabbed up handfulls and packed them down; making sure they were firm and round.
My stash of weapons grew and grew awaiting what I had to do. I built a fort to hide behind to make this target hard to find.
And now I wait in silent mode to toss at you the mother load. So come and get it, won't you, please? If I'm here too long...I'm going to freeze !
now we can't have you freezing that's not the thing to be unless you are a snowball when it helps to be chilly
a cold snowball won't soften or melt into your glove but stay all white and waiting to be thrown 'midst shrieks and shoves
a snowball war is better than ones where they use guns so fire away your snow-bombs let's let rip and have some fun!
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Nov 16 05, 13:33
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Snow in drifts of purest white had me plotting my snowball fight. I grabbed up handfulls and packed them down; making sure they were firm and round.
My stash of weapons grew and grew awaiting what I had to do. I built a fort to hide behind to make this target hard to find.
And now I wait in silent mode to toss at you the mother load. So come and get it, won't you, please? If I'm here too long...I'm going to freeze !
now we can't have you freezing that's not the thing to be unless you are a snowball when it helps to be chilly
a cold snowball won't soften or melt into your glove but stay all white and waiting to be thrown 'midst shrieks and shoves
a snowball war is better than ones where they use guns so fire away your snow-bombs let's let rip and have some fun!
Oh, you are so naughty, hiding just out of view; Just let me find my glasses then I'll be after you !
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"...We are born into the world like a blank canvas and every person that crosses our path takes up the brush and makes their mark upon our surface. So it is that we develop. But we must realize there comes a day that we must take up the brush and finish the work. For only we can determine if we are to be just another painting or a masterpiece..." 1981 Javan (from the book " Meet Me Halfway" ) MM Award Winner
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