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Alice in Wonderland MAYHAM

13 Oct

A NEW Alice in Wonderland story

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Dunking the Mouse

Dunking the Mouse, Oh, Dunking the Mouse,

What can be better than dunking the Mouse?

Be it with a fine friend like the Rabbit, so stout,

Or on my old lonesome, I love dunking the Mouse.

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I open the pot and stick his head in,

And before he’s awoken he’s half the way in.

With Rabbit a-helping, we finish the job,

Then put the lid on, though Mouse is beginning to sob.

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‘Oh please let me out’, he implore us, so meek,

But why should we do that when the tea tastes so sweet?

‘Oh give me a cup of that heavenly brew’,

Says Rabbit to me, ‘and a jam tart for you’.

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I pour out two cups and we sit down anew,

With the tea and the tarts – and with Mouse in the brew,

Until Alice strolls by, and unsettles our ruse,

Saving Mouse from his fate and us from the noose.

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 The Queen of Hearts

The Queen of Hearts,

She made some tarts,

All on a summer’s day.

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The Knave of Hearts;

Did he steal those tarts?

 Did he steal them right away?

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 The King of Hearts,

Called for the tarts,

And the knave, to beat, for sure.

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But the Knave of Hearts,

 Got off scot free,

With Alice, amidst furor.

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Off with her head!

Off with her head, I said, OFF, OFF, OFF!

Off with her head; put it on a block!

Swing your axe high executioner; find the true mark!

I said off with her head, now; make a start!

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Why do you want to punish her, so?

Said the King for Alice, standing below.

She is just a child; a mere wisp of a girl,

Searching for Rabbit’s house at the Top of the World.

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For a moment the Queen faltered, mulling her plan,

Then she roared, Are you mouse or a man?

Alice’s head it must fall or yours will be next!

Off with her head and don’t make a mess!

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Standing, there, listening, Alice thought she was done,

Waiting for the chopper with its final anon.

Then down from the sky an old man appeared,

Then he whisked her away; tucked under his beard!

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She won’t be chopping your head, he said with a smile,

Father Christmas, to the poor, startled child.

Let us up and away and follow our snouts,

To the Top of the World and the Rabbit’s fine house.

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Hissing her annoyance, the Queen voiced her thoughts,

Behead everyone, and then she went for a walk.

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I am a Cat

I am a Cat, it said smiling at her,

A Cheshire Cat; you can tell by my fur,

My paws and whiskers are also a hint,

But the smile on my face is most significant.

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I can see by your fur, said Alice – I do,

And also your paws and whiskers; it’s true,

But that smile on your face has me all in a tizz,

Coming and going, in such a whiz.

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Still smiling at Alice, the Cat dryly replied,

You’d never believe me; you’d think I had lied,

If the smile on my face was gone; it’s a fact,

No one would listen or look at this Cat.

………………………………………….

Without offering Alice a chance to reply,

The Cat went on with his horrible lie,

Creeping closer and closer, until ever so near,

When he pounced, lashed out, cutting her ear.

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Feeling the hurt and the blood running down,

Alice said, I was such a clown,

To have ever believed a Cat with a grin,

Take that, and that, you horrible thing!

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Posted by on October 13, 2014 in A new Alice in Wonderland story, Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

 

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Was this a Shadow Person or the Devil himself?

10 Oct

stories for children and adults

I heard a sound by my bedside last night

I heard a sound by my bedside last night,

I heard a strange sound; I got such a fright.

As something passed by me deep in the night,

I heard a faint sound; did it want my poor life?

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I made not a sound; I was still, in such fright,

As I lay in bed in the deep of the night,

I could hear it close by, how I longed for the light.

What was the dark thing probing the night?

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An evil black form, a shadowy sight,

Began to rise slowly in front of my eyes.

As I lay in bed on my left-hand side,

The dark, wicked thing rose slowly into sight.

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I could move not a muscle; I was frozen in fright,

As the dark frightful vision continued in height,

Till it’s malevolent eyes were almost in sight.

Only then did I close mine, despite the dark night.

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I knew it was wicked, evil personified,

That he wanted my sight, the light of my life.

I closed my eyes; shut them tight as the night.

Evading the Grim Reaper’s deathly cold scythe.

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Finally, eventually, when I opened my eyes,

I thought it was gone, departed my side,

But it was still there, though lower this time,

Starting beginning to rise over again.

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How could I be free from the terrible beast,

That wanted my soul, my heart and my peace?

Perhaps, if I kept my eyes firmly closed,

It might give up and leave me alone.

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So I closed my eyes, though still in such fright,

And I prayed that I’d last out the night.

Although its Dark Presence was close to my brow,

I kept my eyes shut so it wouldn’t bother me now.

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The Darkness and danger passed from me that night,

It vanished, departed, left my bedside.

I rolled over, so comfy, lulled back into nod,

Till the next time it happened it was just me and my God.

A note: This really did happen to me   – and on more than one occasion – when I was six or seven years of ago many years ago.

 
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Posted by on October 10, 2014 in fantasy, Halloween, Horror, Scary

 

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I saw the Moon shining through my window last night

10 Oct

stories for children and adults

I saw the Moon shining through my window last night,

Shining so brightly; I got such a fright,

I pulled up my blanket and fell fast asleep,

Knowing God would protect me safely and keep.

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Posted by on October 10, 2014 in Horror, Scary

 

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I once had a pain in my toe

10 Oct

I once had a pain in my toe,
That would come and then it would go,
That’s how it stayed for all of my days,
The pain at the end of my toe.

A note: I don’t have a pain my my toe anymore.

I don’t have any toes, not even one.

You see, I have gone to heaven.

 
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Posted by on October 10, 2014 in funny story, humor, humour, poems, rhyme

 

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The Old Witch – A Halloween story by The Brothers Grimm

09 Oct

There was once a little girl who was very wilful and who never obeyed when her elders spoke to her – so how could she be happy?

One day she said to her parents, ‘I have heard so much of the old witch that I will go and see her. People say she is a wonderful old woman, and has many marvellous things in her house, and I am very curious to see them.’

But her parents forbade her going, saying, ‘The witch is a wicked old woman, who performs many godless deeds – and if you go near her, you are no longer a child of ours.’

The girl, however, would not turn back at her parents’ command, but went to the witch’s house. When she arrived there the old woman asked her:

‘Why are you so pale?’
‘Ah,’ she replied, trembling all over, ‘I have frightened myself so with what I have just seen.’

‘And what did you see?’ inquired the old witch.
‘I saw a black man on your steps.’

‘That was a collier,’ replied she.
‘Then I saw a gray man.’

‘That was a sportsman,’ said the old woman.
‘After him I saw a blood-red man.’

‘That was a butcher,’ replied the old woman.

‘But, oh, I was most terrified,’ continued the girl, ‘when I peeped through your window, and saw not you, but a creature with a fiery head.’

‘Then you have seen the witch in her proper dress,’ said the old woman. ‘For you I have long waited, and now you shall give me light.’

So saying the witch changed the little girl into a block of wood, and then threw it on the fire. When it was fully alight, she sat down on the hearth and warmed herself, saying:

‘How good I feel! The fire has not burned like this for a long time!’

 
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Posted by on October 9, 2014 in Halloween

 

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He went to the Doctor

09 Oct

99 cent eBooks

An intern was sent to collect a new skeleton from the central store. 

When he arrived at the consultant surgeon’s office there was already

a queue of patients waiting.  As the intern wrestled the skeleton through

the outside door he became aware of people gazing at him enquiringly.

He gave them a smile and said, ‘I am bringing him to the doctor.’

An old lady said sympathetically, ‘My dear! Isn’t he a bit late for the doctor?’

Scary stories for childen and adults - ARRRGH.

Halloween Pumpkin

 
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Posted by on October 9, 2014 in children's stories, funny story, humor, humour

 

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Aliens Landed in Ballykilduff

09 Oct

Aliens Landed in Ballykilduff,
Aliens landed; that is a fact,
In the dark of the night it happened, it did,
At the end of my garden they landed, then hid.

Breda, dear Breda, wake up, will you please?
Something is happening, and I am all in a tizz!
Leave me alone, she answered, I’m beat,
With those words on her lips, she fell fast asleep.

Donning my gown and slippers I left,
Her sleeping soundly as into the kitchen I crept,
Searching for light; a torch, my best friend,
Then into the garden I stealthily went.

Down the long garden, man and torch progressed,
Then i climbed over the fence, into the field with its guests,
Pointing my torch at the little green men,
I saw Aliens a plenty around a flying saucer, broken.

What are they doing? I mused out aloud,
Signalling my place, my location — and how,
Pointing their guns, the Aliens zapped me with rays,
Blue, yellow, green, orange and grey.

Thinking my time was finished, all gone,
I fell to the ground, awaiting the final anon,
Sorry about that, one of them said, helping me up,
We thought you were a cow, wanting to gobble us up.

What are you doing? I asked, with curious eyes,
Seeing them cutting grass, then taking it inside,
We are refuelling our spaceship, he told me aloud,
We get a light year per armful, he told me so proud.

That’s amazing, I said, can I go see inside?
Sorry, he answered, it’s too small for your like,
Laughing, I said, is there anything you need?
Yes, he told me forthrightly, can we have some tea?

Tea? I asked, you drink tea way up there,
In outer space with its atmosphere rare?
No, silly, he replied, it’s to pour down our boots,
We never travel with them empty — it’s the truth.

You pour tea down your boots? I laughed aloud,
What does it do, make you fly like a bird?
It does, he answered, how did you know that fact?
Was your mother or father an alien, or even the cat?

Just then I heard something, someone calling to me,
Gerrard, wake up, its morning; here is your tea,
Opening my eyes, I saw Breda my wife,
Offering the cup of plenty, tea; it’s my life.

Where are my boots? I asked, still half sleep,
I want them, I need them; oh where are they please?
They are under the bed, here, she said, offering them to me,
Why do you want them before drinking your tea?

Accepting the boots, I poured in the tea,
What on earth are you doing? she asked warily,
I don’t go anywhere, I told her, without filling them first,
Can I have another cup, I asked, because I sure have a thirst.

The moral of my story is this:
Avoid Ballykilduff, give it a miss,
For strange things are happening there,
Aliens in boots filled with tea, fixing their flying saucer, so rare.

Little green Man

 
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Posted by on October 9, 2014 in Aliens

 

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Skytrain(Eternity Calling)

08 Oct

99 cent ebooks for children and young at heart adults

Skytrain (Eternity Calling)

Skytrain, high train, charging, charging,

Fly train – my train; harken, harken,

To its whistle, blowing, blowing,

Life’s so fast; it’s going, going,

Ebbing from our bodies, groaning,

As Time’s cold scythe cuts through the gloaming

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Listen, listen – I hear it calling,

Ignore it at your peril – warning!

Before your days are gone and over,

Join me in this bright sky rover

And across the heavens we’ll travel, listening,

To the sounds of eternity whispering,

Within our hearts, our chi resplendent,

At one with god; in peace never ending. Amen.

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Halloween in Ireland

St Michen’s Church vaults, Dublin

Are you BRAVE enough to go see them?

 
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Posted by on October 8, 2014 in Horror

 

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I want to eat your brains

08 Oct

I want to eat your brains

I want to eat your brains,

That’s what I said,

I want to eat your brains,

Until you are dead.

I am a zombie; it’s what I do,

Eating brains all night through.

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In the morning,

When I’ m nice and full,

Of lovely brains and blood, so cool,

I will go to bed and sleep it off,

Until the evening when I’ll want some more.

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Ghost House

by Robert frost

I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

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O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

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I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart.

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The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

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It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me—
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

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They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.

 
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Posted by on October 8, 2014 in Halloween

 

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Happy Halloween

08 Oct

Happy Halloween

to all of my followers

Pumpkin Heads, courtesy of the New Roald Dahl

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As bonkers as conkers, that’s what I say

As bonkers as conkers, Halloween fray,

Fun times and blood times are coming, for sure,

Bonkers as conkers furor.

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There once was a crazy ghost over Poughkeepsie way that got folks so plumb scared that nobody would stay more than one night in its house. It was a nice old place, or was, until the ghost began making its presence known. It got so no one would enter the house, not even kids on a dare, and you know what they are like!

Now when my friend Joe heard a fancy old house in Poughkeepsie was selling dirt cheap, he decided to go have a look. He asked me about it and I told him about the spook, but Joe just laughed. “I don’t believe in ghosts,” he said and went to visit the agent selling the house.

Well, the agent gave Joe a key, but refused to look at the old house with him, which should have told Joe something. But Joe’s a stubborn man who won’t listen to reason. He even waited until after dark to visit the house for the first time, just to prove his point.

Joe got to the house around nine p.m. and he entered the front hallway. It was a large entrance and well-proportioned, but neglected-looking, with creepy cobwebs and dust everywhere. As Joe paused near the door to get his bearings, he heard a thump from the top of the staircase facing him. A glowing leg appeared out of nowhere and rolled down the steps, landing right next to Joe’s feet. Joe gasped out loud and stood frozen to the spot. An arm appeared and rolled down to meet the leg. Next came a foot, then another arm, then a hand. Glowing pieces of body kept popping into existence and plummeting down the steps towards Joe.

Joe held his ground a lot longer than anyone else ever had, but when a screaming head appeared at the top of the steps and started rolling towards him, Joe had had enough. With a shriek that could wake the dead – those that weren’t already up and haunting the house that is – Joe ran for his life; out of the house, out of the street, and right out of town, leaving his car behind him.

He called me the next day and asked me to drive his car down to the hotel where he had spent the night. Joe was headed back to Manhattan and refused to come within fifty miles of Poughkeepsie ever again. The agent gave up trying to sell the house after that, and the house fell into ruin and was eventually torn down.

 
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Posted by on October 8, 2014 in Halloween, Horror

 

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