Sloth’s Door (By Patsy and Me)

Didn't we have a lov-er-ly day, the day we went cre-ate-ive!

Patsy poodled along to Poole, last Saturday to join me in a series of "Dorset Delights" and "Writing for the Screen" talks and workshops at the town's Lit Fest. Of course prolific Patsy shined, proving that writing every day does account fer summit, and her eye fer detail scooped the biggest piece of Dorset Apple Cake I'd ever seen!

An offer of Marmite chocolate, believe it or not, lured us into a writer's talk. A real eye opener, the talk as well as the sweetie treat. Suck it and see, don't swallow or munch, as the mingling of flavours do separate, if left to melt on the tongue.

Anyway, enough of me connoisseur challenges, here's a little collaborative piece of Ping-Pong-Poetry, by Patsy and Me!

Patsy went out to Poole

To meet a silly fool

For chockie bites and cake

And poetry to make

Shakespeare played live

From dawn until five

Book signing galore

From a literary whore

Was it play or work?

JJ asked with a smirk

Patsy grinned, it’s both

Just then a big sloth

Crept along the floor

And slammed the door

No editing just Patsy and me in the raw. But if you wanna know more about Ping Pong Poetry:

http://www.pingpongpoetry.com/