Fox on a Boat

Catching up with yesterday, and writing a poem for today. First one is a lune. -- He Had Purple Shoes And his name? I could have asked him. I prefer mysteries. -- Si Les Souhaits Etaient Des Chevaux.. Des Cheveux? What's that word I look for that starts with a, with a, with a.. L?  No maybe it was an N Nooooo Neh neh neh That sounds wrong... Como, como, como I don't speak perfect Spanish or perfect a n y t h i n g really. Do you? Sure, I could be working harder and not be so lazy But those umlauts and tildes and oh Finnish numbers are so eeeeaaaaasy - I mean, have you tried counting  or or Do you think it is IMPOSSIBLE HARDEST LANGUAGE TOO OLD for learning? Well tell me then, when is one meant to learn if the cut-off age you say is 6 14 or three??? Really, three? So I suppose all our lives are lies and if we weren't born bilingual it's rotten. Tell ...

Good day to all! (It's actually nearly 1 am here, but oh well.) I was doodling a lot yesterday, trying to get the perfect drawing (still haven't found it!) and finally felt comfortable enough to use my watercolours. This is an otter!  And it represents me! Isn't that just adorable? Unless you hate otters, in which case.. Sorry? I'm not really an otter, if that helps? (Do you like tigers?) Uh, but Kerridwen!! I hear you exclaim. Your blog is called The Tiger's Sterne! Explain please? Yes, yes I shall. You see, I have quite an unusual name. This name has a rather long meaning behind it,  it's all Welsh legends and stories - often with the name being spelt 'Ceridwen'. Well, in pretty much all version of the stories,  Ceridwen gets a bit annoyed with someone and chases him, at one point turning herself into an otter. Voila. Here's the wiki entry on Ceridwen  if you want a better explanation.

I hope to update the blog in the upcoming week. In the meantime, here's a horse, playing what I hope looks like a banjo. Enjoy!

A silly poem inspired by Absolute Radio's task of the night: Replace a word of a song with 'pillow'. I did it with a poem..  I Wandered Lonely As A Pillow I wandered lonely as a pillow That floats upon the bouncy sheets, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of soft and squishy cushions. Beside the bed, against the wall A pile of them, a pile so tall. I wandered lonely as a pillow Amongst a crowd and pile of cushions.

A little bit of fun.. Well, it's slightly strange humour! This Is Just To Say This is just to say I did not miss you  One little bit When you were away. Actually, we had a party And your dog was invited.

This poem is from The Poetry School 's prompt of the day: Use the N+3 rule to rewrite a poem. I used this site to generate my N+3 poem. I'll be writing another day 8 poem since this one is mostly for fun. Perhaps Not All Is Over  Empty slough screens messy ploughman  Silent mouthwash from angered zap  Broken heartbreak, from the start -  Get too close, you lose.  No use, not for us.

Hello all!! A few days ago I read a blog post about the rondel poem. I thought I'd give it a try, and today is the day I have done so! Keeping to a poetic form doesn't seem to come easy to me, but I tried anyway. It was meant to be a rather silly, fun poem (read: badly written.. ), but it doesn't come off as funny. Just not very good, and so poetry wins the round again! But I will post it anyway for your amusement, heh heh. Laugh at the cheesiness of it all, my dear readers! But remember: One cannot improve if one does not practice.. Hidden Paths Don't linger too long on main roads; Hidden paths hide the best secrets. With just a notebook in your pocket Veer away from your postal code. Write journey notes in secret code Take a photo of a turret Hidden paths hide the best secrets- Don't linger too long on main roads. Enjoy nature's gifts bestowed Catch a glimpse of running ferrets. Get rid of all your past regrets! Switch into ...