Fetch : Spellings for a son aged 6 (Part 17)

The Dream was always of a bigger

picture on the wall, showing the 

adventure of a

creature with a miserable

future. This suited his compliant

nature and we could often find and

catch him without a

stitch on, scrambling around the 

kitchen begging for scraps of cake

mixture.

‘Fetch!!’
we taunted

until 

he

woke 

up.

 

These could potentially be the last spellings for a boy aged 6. We will see.

Originally posted 18th April 2012

Lamb on a Limb : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 16)

Like a

lamb on a

limb, he had acted real dim. No need to put a fine tooth

comb through the flat. My eyes started to

climb his remains. There was the telling fag ash

crumb on his chops - no use acting

dumb Mr Corpse! The

thumb is on the other foot now and it’s clearly beyond

numb. He was the
plumber turned

bomber and now was gonna, smoking as he’d turned on the tap.

She Knows : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 15)

Please step away from this filth!!
Close this computer down, as these spellings are starting to

tease with frank

ease and mega portion of triple love

cheese. Take a

pause

because otherwise blindness will strike. I will make a diverting

noise like a cat when this unfortunately does happen and thus

browse your

blouse without permission.

I think she knows!!


Response from Richard Austen

Please don't
close the door on me when I
tease your brother about the
ease with which he sells
cheese to the ladies. Instead,
pause
because the
noise he makes when he remonstrates gives me time to
browse the contents of your
blouse.
She must know

Knee Socks : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 14)

The
gnat was a woman and so was the

gnome. They did sit and

knit

knee socks together as women seldom often never do. Suddenly there was a

knock at the door. They

knew who it would be and tutted tremendously, climbed a ladder, reluctantly opened the door and held a knitted

knife at the needy

knight’s throat: pointing out once again the
sign that clearly dearly states ‘No damsels in distress here!!' The

design is quite quite brilliant. So Neville the Needy Knight went off to do his night job, under a smattering of disturbing night clouds.

I've been unsettled for a few days now. There is something strange in the air. If anyone could put their finger on it, I'd be very pleased to know what it is and where it is. In the meantime I will keep searching in the local area.

Originally Posted in March 2012

But my Boldness is winning!! At least it thought it wo-oz until I came to this comment section and started comm-en-ting. Doo Dooo Do Do Dooooooo Do Doo Do Doooo.
Richard Austen	Poetry's not a competition
	He spat the gnat onto the home of the gnome. The knit of his kit made his knees freeze. They began to knock, just above the sock. But then he knew that Death was turning the screw when the knife took his life, wielded by the gnome king’s knight with great might. It was a sign of his master’s design and displeasure at having chewed insects gobbed into his humble abode

The Family Competitive Attempt : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 13 a,b,c and d)

Wind up your Willows (by me aged 37 and 11/12ths)

I’ve been secretly digging for golden

fudge under the

hedge near Judge

Bridge. Don’t tell the

podgy man with tea-cozy shaped

badger on his head, or he’ll

lodge a complaint with those with the sugary Know-

ledge. Always best to keep a wink and your one

nudge to yourself, only giving up the Pick and Mix

Badge of Superiority when the

Dodge Ball of Justice comes to point its telling finger.

.

Badger Birthday (by a daughter aged 10 and one sixth)

I’ve hidden some birthday

fudge in the

hedge by the

bridge, so the

podgy

badger won’t find out what he’s got. I’ve

lodged it behind the

ledge, where I

nudged it in. Now I need to find a

badge to give to him, which I’ve been trying to

dodge getting.

.

I found some fudge (by a son aged 6 and three quarters)

I found some

fudge near the

hedge by the

bridge next to the

podgy

badger in his

lodge by his

ledge which I

nudged a

badge which I didn’t

dodge getting.

.

Sweet Dreams (by a husband aged 38 and a third)

I like to gamble for

fudge. I

hedge my bets on the game of

bridge but I watch the

podgy

badger

lodge his stake with the bookie on the

ledge. One

nudge of the fruit machine earns me my lucky

badge. But I

dodge fortune in my remaining confectionery wagers.

.

NB Spellings will always be written in the order that they have been given.

originally posted on the 18th April 2012

Waiting for Andrew : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 12)

We
blew on it and all gave it a
chew. It

grew a little in the heat and we

drew lots to see who would win the golden
screw. We was an handsome

crew who enjoyed a superstitious

brew. All we does is wait and wait and wait for the crow that

flew at a wonk. We spies him, captures him, twonks him and we all

threw

Andrew overboard at the same time.
(Andrew is a fitting name for a crow and we is a small crew!)

You must read this like a pirate,
all boldy h's must not be pronounced. Do it again if you forgot the first time. Arrrrhh

PS Andrew is not harmed really. It's pretend twonking. And he just flies around wonkily some more. That he do that he do that he do he do that he do that he do that he do he do that he do that he do........

PPS I couldn't find a picture of Andrew.
This is Barry, the out of focus horse


Originally posted on the 7th April 2012

Cute Cats on the Internet : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 11)

This one plays a lovely

Tune. This one is balancing on a Rubik-

Cube. This one is peeking out from a discarded
tube........ ARGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! IT'S NO

USE!! You can not fight a

cute cat called
Duke who is very fluffy and

huge. You know in your deepest of heartless hearts -  that they indeed do
Rule the world and are sent from outer space on a mission to paw & lick ones brain to

amuse it for hours, forcing you into their kitty submission on your

computer. (Although I Haven't worked out why yet-that is why their plan is so wonderfully brilliant)
AWWW!!! SWEEET!! Go on- Accept it!!  You know you can’t help it. YES YOU!!!

This is Gus - he was my beautiful ginger Tom. I never painted him very cutely- only usual evil style.
I thought it about time he made it on the the interweb.

Catherine Crosswell	Submitted on 2012/02/10 at 5:37 pm Cheers!! Gus was a proper cat. He was also mine- born on my birthday. Once, when he got a snail shell stuck in his paw- he then went out on the tiles and marched up and down them until we noticed the tapping and good begin rescue. (There was no hope for the snail) We were always at his command.
hollyannegetspoetic hollyannegetspoetic.wordpress.com/	Submitted on 2012/02/10 at 5:00 pm Totally agree – looks like Gus was a wonderfully characterful fellow. Also, continuing to enjoy the spelling poems (6 year old is about my level it seems… )
mermaidsdrown blogger.com/profile/14018055828491246976	Submitted on 2012/02/10 at 10:08 am I adore that cat picture, it is so completely the expression only a cat could pull! x

Twice Woken : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 10)

 

A stick and 

stone will break one
bone at the bitter ice-
pole I do call your

home. I

woke with a scream amongst

those who did dream the same reoccurring dream as me. We

woke collectively, whimpering, remembering the
note on the answer-
phone…….......You will always be

alone!

 

These spellings have a repeated word!! Teacher said 'Well Spotted- You have passed my paying attention test' Teacher does not realize how it makes things very confusing for me!!!

Originally posted on 6th February 2012

Bowl : Spellings for a boy aged 6 (part 9)

 

 

I closed my eyes, got on my knees and emitted a

LOW growl to

GROW in the

SNOW. The result was pure light, it grew and did

GLOW. I shaped the dancing ripples and fashioned them into a

BOWL. I did

TOW and tango with it down the path so

SLOW. I wanted to

SHOW it off to my master,  but was stopped mid flow. On his

WINDOW was a secret message – Gone

ROWING!
back to-mor-row.

Grammar for grown ups arrived in the post yesterday I think its meant to be for me

I have Too many I's. I took them out but I put them back in.

Originally posted 26th January 2012

Pine Bath : Spellings for a son aged 6 (Part 8)

 

Like the 

time we bathed in 

pine- Remember?? We were 

ripe in the sun's hard

shine, after we had slid down THAT  

slide. You were my 

prize.

Nice would be an understatement. Such a shame you never did

decide. My mother always said you were too 

polite.

A sneaky blog post is a sneaky blog post

originally posted on January 18th 2012

Double Pie Lie : Spellings for a son aged 6 (Parts 7a and 7b)

He gave me his

PIE to

LIE with, wrapped around his stripy

TIE. I

CRIED as I

TRIED to get comfy. He

SPIED my awkwardness and asked would I prefer it
FRIED? I

REPLIED, that when the deep fat is
APPLIED, the pie would feel like a soft pillow and would no longer be

DENIED.

Pie Lie

The great grand
PIE
LIE competition was a

TIE. I

CRIED with joy and

SPIED the
FRIED pie lie I was tied with.  My competitor

REPLIED with his own crocodile tears he’d

APPLIED earlier. Man he was good!! He certainly couldn’t be

DENIED- the joint Pie Lie prize
(which may or may not have been a pie).

Tis Friday 13th . I saw my daily magpie, remembered my daily sorrow,
saluted my daily magpie and continued with the daily wallow.

originally posted on 13th January 2012

Valley of the Monkey: Spellings for a boy aged 6 (part 6)

I don't want the

key to your

donkey that can be found in the

Valley of the
Monkey. Get down from your 

chimney. Grab your
trolley

pulley, with a purse full of 

money. Become my
honey for the long long 

journey.

A quick refresh-
Spellings will always be written in the listy order that they are given

originally posted on 5th January 2012

Yield : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 5)

 

 

Forsooth, the

CHIEF was
BRIEF as we hid in the

FIELD behind the sacred

SHIELD. The

PRIEST did press us not to

YIELD or

SHRIEK if a
THIEF came over trying to steal the very

RELIEF of our

BELIEF.

 I still managed to spell 4 of these incorrectly and I am more than six. They look wrong.

originally posted Nov 29th 2011

Drop It : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 4)

HAPPY are we when it is

SUNNY with

MUMMY and

DADDY being the

ONLY ones acting up all
FUNNY. 

SADLY we grow and the

PENNY drops

HEAVY and sinks

QUICKLY into lifes piggybank levy.

This one was hard to do. The happy ending didn't materialize.


Originally posted Nov 25th 2011