Pandora's 1st Oct Challenge Winner, Congrats to.... Options

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If I can enlarge a little on Grace's comments James.

Pluto is indeed the acronym used for the pipeline to supply oil underwater. This was towards the end of WWII.  From this technology came PLUTV?  Or as it is known, Pipe Laying Utilities to The Village. They are greatly favoured by Cider Farms to dispose of excess production, and such utility lines are very prevalent in the West country. Because there is such a profusion of apples, the village folk are invited to partake of the scrumpy. This is done by installing a  Pipe Laying Utility To the Village. Scrumpy cannot be simply poured away you see, since it would contaminate the soil. The scrumpy is the residue from the crushed apples after making the cider. The actual pulp of the apple is allowed to decompose, during which process the inherent sugar turns to alcohol and makes for a very potent drink indeed. So the villagers who wish to take part in the disposal of this almost toxic waste are given the privilige of having it pumped directly to the door. On tap, so to speak. Once you've tasted scrumpy, your taste buds will never recognise the flavour of anything else.

As to the horses Gracie. May they always pause where they will do your rhubarb and roses most good.




Tom

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Thanks Tom - we're great scrump fans. We'll arrange for a Scrumpline to be installed instead of a new water pipeline straight away.

The Yetties call scrumpie "Suicide Soup" and one can understand why.

Top idea: The Warren House atop Dartmoor (Postbridge), Pint of scrump and Devon pastie. Scrump mysteriously obtained from somewhere out back, protected by GSDs!

Bottoms up!

J.

[Aphrodite]

Congrats to AkhenhatenII for winning our first of two October Pandora's Box challenges!

WAY TO GO "A"!

Your entry link will now be displayed along with a 'special graphic' in your profile! You have led your Muse to victory. JOY to you, oh mighty one!          

Cheers!     Mosaic Musings Staff                  

You can read the winning entry, "Autumnal" here:

I gaze upon these leaves which once were green,
Adding such splendour to the verdant scene;
Firm in their footings, dancing in the breeze,
Flirtatiously carousing at their ease;
Unthinking and uncaring of the truth,
Blind in the callow ignorance of youth.

Then for a fleeting rhapsody of time
They seem to find a majesty sublime.
Fiery red robes and crowns of russet gold
Create a sight so wondrous to behold.
Their whispered conference, so wise, so sage;
Until the season turns another page.

Their beauty fades, as each must close his term,
Brittle and ageing, crumbling and infirm;
Shivering in the chill when North winds blow,
Yielding themselves before the Winter’s snow.
Crimson and gold gives way to sodden rust,
And finally returns to earthly dust.

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* ageing :- growing old.
age·ing    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (jng)
n. Chiefly British and Egyptian
Variant of aging.
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Hey Tom~

Again, I wish you a big, "congratulations" on your colorful winning poem!

Great job and enjoy the sweet reward of being chosen by your peers!

Blessings~ :pharoah2  :pharoah2  :pharoah2
Lindi