I meant to post this yesterday but was out and about til later in the evening so it never happened. And you bloggers in India are already ahead enough of me by 10 hours so I thought I'd keep it for today's post. Bad me missing a day. Sigh. I guess it happens.
This is for the Write Tribe's Festival of Words from September 1-7th celebrating the number seven!
Seven pine cones so fragrant and fine
Waiting for me to make them mine,
Soon they will become a Christmas treasure
Giving me hours of crafting pleasure,
First I buy spray paint in metallic tones
I get more paint on me than on the cones,
Gooey glue drips everywhere
On my dress and in my hair,
And I won't even mention about the glitter
I don't want it broadcast on Facebook and Twitter,
I am all thumbs, I must confess
The pine cones are sticking to my dress,
I look so festive, don't you agree?
I could replace the Christmas tree,
That's enough with my silly crafting dream
If I see another pine cone, I'm going to scream!